Death

The fall of the warrior,

On the battle field

With a thump

Makes a sound like

The deep bass drum,

Then the warrior’s eyes question

And begin to fade out,

Then the smile of death comes

From the formation of the mouth,

Then with the last breath

A thought of relief came,

Then the Vultures landed,

And they get their feast.

Copyright © 2005 Gregory Axel-Lute