How to Stop Being Humanbyvrosej10©
a vulture watches on; as does a photographer
as a toddler goes foetal in a parched field,
her framework clearly visible beneath too thin skin
belly mimicking prosperity; she really needs protein
the vulture inches closer, as does the photographer
both circling, the vulture waiting for the tiny breaths to cease
and for this, the photographer's is also preying.
This is my response to the photo which stimulated Koba's poem The Vulture and the Baby. I felt the vulture was getting a bad rap. He/she is behaving according to instinct. No malice intended. The photographer on the other hand...