...waiting on vultures...

...sometimes, a things dies...and you await its removal...yet it remains...the vultures never come...days pass...weeks, then months...years...and still that dead thing weighs you down...you begin to question its death and your own living...is it dead?...are you living?...where are the vultures?...but do vultures tend to non-decomposing carcasses?...why isn't this particular carcass decomposing?...is it a carcass?...of course it is...it is dead...but a carcass is a dead body, usually of an animal...are humans not also animals?...yes, but we call them corpses...and can we even say this is truly a human?...i don't think vultures venture to corpses...oh but they do...so then where are they?...this one is not decomposing...so the vultures don't come...and it remains...not seen by all...sometimes not even by you...but it is there...and you know...and you keep your eye out for the vultures...the day when they will come and lift this dead thing from you and allow you freedom, life again...but you haven't allowed it to decompose...

...so the vultures...can...not...come...