Reflecting Back at Them (or The Turkey Vulture)

I lift my chin toward the sky

Sun reflecting off my skin

Of everything I have

I never have enough

The hawk circles it's nest

The crystal armor of the knight shines

As the sword rises above the stone

Only to crash down

Shattered on the rocks, the shard of sword are gathered and forged

To make the crown upon yon head

In a little hole 

The waif rests his head

A little bread to feed the muskrat

Milk for the cat

And the dog, his bone

Millennials run, as thot were taught

A pornographic negative snide

Pinned to the darkroom wall

All red light and chemical

A man in the next room says Jesus is coming.