buzzard

white tipped wings
swirling in unison
guiding each other
in the search
together they make
their great decent ​
following their senses
led by intuition
they spiral down
to the earth
to find their purpose
to cleanse
pick away the bones
protect us
heal the land
purify spirit
they have no shame
for being looked upon
with disgust
for they carry deep wisdom
within their presence