"Of Dead Wings & Hungry Wind"

[tectak]

Nothin' more than a feathered swarm of carcass craving meal crooks, they is.

Sleazy & slick like the salesmen, who's dressed to the 9's in a sinister snakeskin suit ..
to more swiftly seduce his clientele into SIGNING ALONG THE DOTTED LINE!

When them poor bastards..
they ain't got a godamn clue..

With eyes of knives great for cutting
so their cunning can slip easily through the wounds undetected..

Proudly they is.. them undeserving bastards ..
always pondering how best to go about procurement of todays potential prize.

decisions to make
decisions to fake

Prideless & Proud of it

you see, because there ain't nothin' never stoppin' them none from constantly feinding --
feverishly for a feast on a forever-stretched-field of the festering rotting dead..

Insatiable addicts.

'Cuz brother, once that scent..
that sweet fucking scent of suffering mixes in with the carefree direction of the breeze ..

they find it..

Eventually..

Always.

To them .. that sweet scent of suffering under a mid-summer sun is like..

***** Grandma's apple-pie - and how the smell of it ALWAYS knew where to find you.. & once you were discovered.. how convincing it was in kidnapping you with

temptation.

Useless is the heroine once heroin-addicted..

So you my as well grab you's another slice of that pie..

while it's still warm.. *****

hope, for them, can only be brought 'bout by something sufferin' .. strugglin'..

Because they.. they know it WILL lead to death, undeniably.

& death leads to dinner.. every time.

and every time they feed
you'll see cowards.
you'll see crooks
Yet be jealous of Kings?

Indeed

Kings who are constantly convincing their own conscience that consistently craving carnivorous acts on the dead or unconscious, at a constant.. are not concerned that this may create any fucking consequence..

ain't it ironic that Nature.. - Brutal, Just, & Honest be out-witted by the goddamn scavenging of the sky wings..?!

they, the menacing

them, the hungry

& those, the heartless..

So if you happen to one day find yourself prepped & dead-ready..
Taking your bows .. after your final production ..the light begins to suffocate - and then dim..

S L O W L Y

As you close your eyes - As the Red Curtain Falls ... try not to aim your final gaze in the direction of the already apologetic horizon..

Cuz brother, once your stare helps carry the dead scent to her neck of the woods..

The sky .. is now guilty, Her shameful rain falls like tears slipping uncontrollably - the instant she knows a pair of soon-dead eyes be starin' her way..

The glare upon her is a burning salt ..

Pouring itself into the always open wound
-- of her guilt --
for being the vessel for the eventual vendetta of VULTURES

a cry from the heavens .. a heavily breathing horizon is a carrying wind - a trojan horse ..

& Yes, although the gentle arm of the breeze ..
so calming & cool as it reaches for you, whispering gently ..
as it vows to carry you safely
passed death's doorway..

SHE IS A FUCKING LIAR!

Because you'll soon find this serene outro - interrupted..

By the cryptic sound ...

silently approaching on the waves of the very same breeze that once whispered empty promises of sanctuary..

The Hungry Wings.. gliding on Dead Wind..
and boy have they got them a taste for you.

Hopefully you're dead by now.
Dead by now, nearly.. .. hopefully.
.. dust stirs as the vultures are surrounding you now --
Laughing with each other as they argue over who gets what..

SALIVATING

So Close your eyes..& Play Dead ..
Better yet, Best you Be Dead by this point
Or Be Dead Soon.. because ..

Nature is a flawed concept..

nurtured in a marinade of confidence & safety that will eventually be ripped apart ..
& feasted upon by the talon'd thieves.

Never Look Up..

Howdy partner,
It could be that you read "Tales of the Wild West" whilst sitting on the john and that would explain a lot. I have to admit that there was something compelling in the puzzle which this piece sets......but I had no success at all in getting the poetry. The vernacular has a paperback cowboy feel to it which isn't a problem except that it is comedic whilst I believe you are writing seriously.....or am I completely wrong? If so, then it is not my fault it us yours. Perhaps you could identify who say what by bold or italics...that would help.
Yes...it is a long effort but I honestly believe that self-indulgency can cause this.....from experience!
Overall, it does go on a bit....for no real reward. As there is no category which I can reasonably fit the piece in to I am loathe to criticise in this area. As there is no meter or rhythm which I can identify I am loathe to criticise in this area. As there is no attempt to create a rhyme scheme I am loathe to criticise in this area.
I guess I am neutral but would have to say that the piece is original......l, sadly, am not
Best,
tectak