(More lyrics for the band hvíldarlauss dauðr and their forthcoming album)
It crawls up the wall
This vulture. Clinging onto
Concrete forests, hunched,
Beak in a dirt trough.
Let’s watch it,
Give it a chance…
Slowly, head raises, twitches,
Wings set in posturing gesture.
Suddenly beak opens, dirt vomits,
Spewing gall and bile.
A fine mist of poison,
The vulture picks the bones,
Pulling at what’s left –
Tendons, sinews, marrow, blood –
And waits for more corpses brought.
It purrs and caws
Testing its voice, the range of tone, the
Lies. And how the ears and eyes
It practices a death song,
Over and over, repeated and chanted,
Louder and louder until
The ears accept it.