On the rocks were silhouettes of two vultures . They may be waiting for the body to turn carrion. We hear the poet’s sister went to the nature camp as desired by her nature loving mom and returned with a deep and abiding knowledge of taxidermy.
Meanwhile the sun is set up in the sky and the flies go about their business .
In the morning poem, the wild geese went about their business with the sun in his sky. In the family of things, here, we have a gutter leaking like bodies turning carrion while the vultures wait it out on the rocks .
Currently we are busy with the dead
In fine art and science of taxidermy,
We hate to see gutter bodies leaking.
We let them dry on a roof in the sun.
Meanwhile maggots are celebrating,
The wild geese doing their business.
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