Vulture On The Cloud Of Death Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

The sea water rose by meters,
The wind made all flat,
The earth wore a look,
Of an end to the signs of living.

From behind the black clouds
Sensing the smell of caracas
Fleets of dark vultures
With their strong, dark wings
Singing the songs of the death
Descend down in rows
To devour the bodies.

Fearless they roam around
Shooting their sharp eyes
From village to village, town to town
Over house tops, fields and forests
With the speed of death.

Multiplying day by day,
Invading places both old and new,
They take the clouds of death along with
And perform rituals at the ends of events.

They promise to rebuild all!