From the archives – Vultures by Laura Rutland


We come—the vultures of old houses—
Circling through grass and knee-high clouds of weed
To stare with eyes jeweled in vulture greed
Upon a corpse of battered rotten wood.
We tear at nails with the talons of our hands
And gorge our pockets with their rusty shapes.
You taste the woodwork, I sample the stairs,
While another simply waits—expectant—stands
Before a half-dead row of cedars that
Mark an already buried path. They will speak,
We say, if wind blows. Reluctant vultures,
Hungry for a trace of wind, the faintest creak
Of wooden voice or moan. And these dead walls,
Oppressed by breathless wind and vulture calls.

by Laura Rutland

from Autumn Sky Poetry DAILY, March 13, 2017

Photograph by Christine Klocek-Lim


2 responses to “From the archives – Vultures by Laura Rutland”

  1. 2mybox Avatar

    I rather like this poem. Is it speculative poetry? Hmmmm.

  2. richardsund Avatar

    A beautiful poem and very touching, given the untimely death of the young woman.

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