How Do The Carrier-Eaters Keep Labouring On The Carcass? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

While going through the forest tract
Or the solitary fields and fallows
Sometimes see I
The carcass lying by the side of
Or deep into the fields thrown off
And the carrion-eaters
Labouring on the dead body,
The vultures and other birds,
Hyenas now not,
But the jackals during the night time,
The stray dogs too trying their best
As they do on left-overs
And the crows cawing for food and water
All the time,
We too need them,
The scavenging ones.