The Coin Collectors - Cult of the Sunrise Vulture

Empty highway itches to buzz again
Warming up, and violently buckling
Stench of blood on the still-cool air
Go and see what's left down there
Cult of the sunrise vulture checking in!

Unfortunate possum paints the highway
What a miserable way to start your day
Steal bites in-between all the cars
Dogs have left us alone so far
Cult of the sunrise vulture here to stay!

All done gorging, lie down by the roadside
Breathe even, until the reflux subsides
Can't even fly for goodness sake
Give back to that from which we take
Cult of the sunrise vulture; nought but pride!

Written by:
Luke Meakins

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