On the rocks were silhouettes of two vultures . They may be waiting for the body to turn carrion. We hear the poet’s sister went to the nature camp as desired by her nature loving mom and returned with a deep and abiding knowledge of taxidermy.
Meanwhile the sun is set up in the sky and the flies go about their business .
In the morning poem, the wild geese went about their business with the sun in his sky. In the family of things, here, we have a gutter leaking like bodies turning carrion while the vultures wait it out on the rocks.
Currently we are busy with the dead
In fine art and science of taxidermy,
Smelling foul like the leaking gutter.
We hate to see gutter bodies leaking.
We let them dry on a roof in the sun.
Meanwhile maggots are celebrating
The wild geese doing their business.