full Circle
i watch the vulture
as it circles above
picking over the carcass
of our love
i wonder why it does
does it truly believe;
in its own love
and what will happen
when one day;
soaring to new heights
no longer matters
when the dream offered
suddenly shatters
will another vulture
start to circle above
picking over the carcass
of their love
James Garratt – February 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 