vultures dawn their linen scarves to feast.
voracious lust, the very sin that poisoned eager prey,
consumed in coursing avarice that led to gross decay.
saliva drips from beaks,
expressed in blood-flecked gowns,
feed nostalgia cheerfully,
so fleeting proves the crown!
and dinner bells
harbinger of carrion fantasy
corpulence, laid bare,
on such golden hills of tragedy.