Every day you begged
not to carry meat
on my way home

'The vultures are
there' you said.
'They will eat you
whole if you are
not careful enough'

Little thing you knew
how much I enjoy
them watching me
and I always carried
a slice of our dinner
to my night walks

They starve mostly
after midnight and
wait for me to throw
what is meant for you

Tonight I will unbutton
my shirt and let them
tear me piece by piece