The Buzzards Circle Overhead

the buzzards circle overhead
smelling something now quite dead
could it be our fallen love
that has them circling above?

once a vain ferocious beast
it now lies still; its gas released
out of time and out of words
now just food for hungry birds

the buzzards circle up above
to dine upon the corpse of love
feathers fanned across the sky
fallen love the reason why