So, Admire the Vulture
ugly, ungainly at rest
on the side of the road
guarding a stolen meal.
when on obsidian wings
he soars, scans the land,
descends, clears the dead,
what a useful, elegant bird.
Elisavietta Ritchie
[excerpted from a longer poem, “Note to a Younger Self”
published in Blue Unicorn 2003; Canadian Woman Studies 2003]
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