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vultures circle in the air,
looking down on five walled marble structure,
quoting bound books and distilled breeding
vying for more worlds to conquer.

spotting farmyards and parked trailers,
blinkered to discarded casings,
they swoop down on Towers of Silence,
now littered with the fifty nine.

bloated bellies still unslaked,
they circle closely,
hungering for
more
from amassed arsenals.