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Field Guide To Critical Birds, Entry #31: The Existential Vulture Written on August 8, 2011, by Zack.
How to ID: Existentialist Vultures Rarely seen without a volume of Sartre Sport black, crooked feathers and matching beret Prefer perching in Parisian cafes Nihilistically gnaw on carrion-stuffed croissants until nauseously bloated with gristle and angst Their gaze: deicidal, and shrouded in smoke Their call: a cantankerous death rattle croak:
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I observe The spikes of the crocus. The smell of the earth is good. It is [...]