He is the scavenger who crushed your bones
And picked your marrow clean
Your common wealth he replaced with stones.

He is your hope’s hunter
With the powerful neck and fat belly
From decades of drinking in oil-rich water.

Your soft interior, hidden in bone is where his sharp sight locks
You surrendered your dreams to his tall tale
And you know what he did… dropped them on hard rocks.

The bone breaker, the harder you made your hope’s shell
The higher his sleazy flight
For great are the heights of the dreams he has to sell.

No prey is safe beneath the lamb stealer’s passage.
Surreptitiously surprising lammergeyer
Hunter of the hopeful weak, he is ossifrage.

Your happiness shall only come with his death
And after forty days you will slowly age.