Vulture Alphabet.

Picking over the words,

the vulture harvesting the

single tasty treat surrounding the bones,

I stagger and reel at the weight

of my sentence, always

truthfully incomplete,

not quite the full essay

or explanation that people require

or should be satisfied with,

but it is the only one I can offer,

the only true meaning behind all the madness,

I live for the word,

I shall die by the word,

in pursuit of the full stop,

in the drive to fall into a comma,

and be punctuation drunk…

from A to Z,

I only wish to be the vulture

of letters.


Ian D. Hall 2016