Swarm of Vultures

Come swarm with me, come grind the carver
Come paw the skin, come slay the harvest
Come lick the sky, come reach the heavens
Each grain of flesh, each drop of pleasures
The dustcloud of our lust
Redeemed in hate
Deodorize our claws of rot
Wash them clean of taste
…And we swarm towards the sun or the creedence of it
…And we whip the sky for blessings or for the joy of it