Turkey vultures circling the sky

I can't see my town, but I see them

Circling up and up in the grey and acrid sky,

their black silhouettes criss-crossing upwards 

pathways slashing up and across each others,

magic black dots wavering in the infernal

sky, this infernal sky of smoke and ozone

and death, these birds, vultures, seeking death

for sustainance, while I rush down the hill

seeking life.