Dusted Vultures


Dusted vultures lurk in tandem,
their dead shadows painted across the individual grains of sand;
Incandescent and lifeless

Dry bones lay innocently; blanketed with flies
and the simmer of the stinging sun gently echoes off the canyon wall

A muted skull gives me its attention
and I no longer feel alone;
A sensation of anxiety

Unease of mind,
Or ecstasy of experience?

To acknowledge the juxtaposition;
the reciprocal bond
of man and earth