DMV, Poem

1st draft

Sitting at the DMV

angry, tired and bored

I looked up, out the windows

to cloud and sky and morn

What I saw I’d never seen

nor heard, nor ever read

for mixed within the wispy whites

and clear blues overhead

Was such a sight, to me, unknown

for sure misunderstood

the sky was full of vultures

streaming from the hood

Gliding on the thermals high

over city, farm and wood

in two lines, stretched for miles

two dozen at a time

Why, I say with quiet dismay

this I never knew

never knew they too thus flew

when autumn reared it’s head

I never knew they floated by,

not heard, nor ever said

in silent movements high aloft

seeking fresher dead

To my deep confusion, shock and discontent

to all my questions as to why and how and when they did

they flew and soared and gathered sky

as hours and more passed by

They circled, rose and drifted high

till all was but a speck

and on and on they came and went

as if the north was spent

And southern lands, were all remained

of blood and gore and grit

as I sat there waiting, on tenured stupidity

it occurred to me ask myself, has it come to be

Do they know the things we don’t

and are thus so free

do they see the coming dawn,

the end of humanity

Are they hungry, ready, primed

to feed on what we leave

to clean the earth of filth and grime

that we call, society

Does death not love the winter

and hate the birth of spring

why would death head warmer south

with all the death ice brings

Why would death seek sunny skies

when darkness is its shroud

why would death search southern beach

while northern lovers die?

Six hours later they called my number

to tell me try again

six more hours, three more times

and all will be at end

Oh God I sometimes wish, and dream

this insanity would end

and I could fly away so high

to feed on him, and them!!!!!

© 2011, Tim Wilkinson/Wayne Wilkes