He sails on the wind
high above the earth,
disgusting to most
few seeing his worth.

He circles around
searching for the dead,
scouring the meadows
from high over head.

He rises upward
and descends back down,
never moving wings
flights king without crown.

He finds his dinner
lying on the ground,
he drops from the sky
not making a sound.

He stands back a ways
waiting to the side,
harming no living
being sure it has died.

He begins his job
it is the Lord's proposal,
he is to be
a garbage disposal.