Ode to the Silent Hero

Let the vultures have their way and eat all the flesh off of my bones,

this was the day they were waiting for. 

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Their tongues to my flesh, will not be satisfying. 

The meat, will not be tender. 

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I die, because it is in my nature to do so, 

they scavenge, because it is in theirs to do so.

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Bones picked clean, my remains display

that
I

once was. 

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Stomachs full, 

they will never know,

what they ate.