Vultures

The little burned out shed in the woods Where the vultures break your skin Stripping you right down to the bone In the cold undying wind Return to the earth, my friend Again I wish that I could kiss you With lips that are not mine A body free from all this posturing A body I could call my very own The little burned out place in your heart Where the vultures cannot reach It is telling you that something is not right Take a deep breath and try again Again