OF SODOM AND GOMORRAH
The vultures moved -- ready, waiting,
Made steady circles, lazy corners
Hurried dips rushed to easy crests
Still at the top, descended again
They confessed no interest
Sailed nonchalant gyres, watched
From primal eyes, passive, bored
They knew
They knew we flirted with the edge,
That we defiled ourselves, reveled in
The savage, burned with shameful lusts,
That we ate of the forbidden fruit
We were toast, fucked, done for,
A fool's errand and a lost cause,
Dead before we hit the ground
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