I woke up with the feeling of being
a carton of ice cream in the freezer
I got out of bed and my bones chomped
like mountain-top snow
The cold was nibbling on them
because it already got the meat
The vultures are here to finish the job
When will the spring come
Theorem The Truth Serum
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-vultures-are-here-to-finish-the-job/
