Circling buzzards
Hungry grubs
Life is never enough
Surrounding stone
Protect not thee
From rumbling stampede
Branded furnace
Flesh to charcoal
Organs buttered baked
Sizzle limb in skillet
Banquet crumble scrape
With spread of bread so sweet
And the sours of all once wanted
Once pined for now replete
Will linger finger cuff
Gnaw at bone to rough
Unwound thread
Untreated wounds
Ate to death