The dust has settled.
The vultures have waited.
They are ravenous and nettled -
And soon shall be sated!
 
They all have picked me apart.
A spring chicken once spry -
I had an innocent heart.
That got left and hung out to dry!
 
Nab and peck my flesh till bleeding.
Raw and bruised from the inside.
Still they clamor, oh so needing -
Until they cast my body aside.
 
But as the phoenix I shall rise -
Above a slaughter house below.
As they beset their next reprise.
I shall love to watch the show!!