Circling, circling
As I lie dying in the sun

Waiting, waiting
For my labored breathing to stop

Keeping, distance
Knowing I have suffered enough

Watching, watching
Dark angels watching over me

Patient, patient
Cawing their kind condolences

Hungry, hungry
As my heart stops they circle in

Pecking, pecking
Their beaks on flesh the only sound

Flying, flying
Wings beat against the setting sun

Sky, darkening
Shrouding my peaceful skeleton