Literature for Vultures

[Al Hanif]

When night envelops the city

and passion meets opportunity

trying to decipher the mystery

I make my way into it furtively.



When the brain surrenders to the heart

grooving, like a piece of the finest art

trapped, surrounded by a thousand darts

wandering, searching, til death do us part.



When the fields are white with daisies

and the radiant sun round and pretty

and the children playing heedlessly

and the ants harvesting their discovery

It's the perfect moment for immortality.