Vultures from Disney's Snow WhiteA Fable about Cancel Culture: ‘Vulture Culture’ by Christopher Lindsay The Society November 20, 2020 Culture, Deconstructing Communism, Poetry 6 Comments Above the clouds, a vulture soars, the leader of a culture war. The bird of prey is wide awake, ready to punish grave mistakes. A rooster crows with all his might, and fast, the vulture drops in flight. The cock enraged some hens in jest, his crowing taken out of context. The vulture thinks, “This matters not. A deadly lesson must be taught.” Although the cock apologized, the vulture isn’t satisfied. He lands, and vomiting his acid, the cock is burned, his wattles branded. Next day, at noon, the Sun is blackened, a sign to birds of something destined. Across the land, the thrushes tweet the vulture’s secret: stolen meat. The vulture flies, then squawks and squeals. His greatest sin has been revealed. A vulture volt condemns him now: “Prepare to die; you stole our cow!” The vulture pleads, “My brothers, stop!”, as he is eaten by his flock. Christopher Lindsay is the author of Letters from a Madman, and The Donkey King and Other Stories. Available on Amazon Kindle. His play, Vanna Helsing, was performed by the New Vintage Theatre in 2020. His website is: www.christopherjohnlindsay.com NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 6 Responses Pat November 20, 2020 Very atmospheric Reply Christopher Lindsay November 20, 2020 Thank you, Pat. It went through countless rewrites. Reply Sukh November 20, 2020 Congrats. Reply Joe Tessitore November 20, 2020 With steady hand, unblinking eye, I shot the buzzard from the sky. A chilling fable, if indeed we can call it that. Reply C.B. Anderson November 20, 2020 You took some daring chances with many of your rhymes, Christopher, but they were all worth it. Vultures cannot survive on fresh meat; it must be rotten, for otherwise they can’t digest it. In a strange way, the vulture does good service by cleaning up the environment. The vulture is NOT a bird of prey, but a carrion feeder. Now you should see why the message of the poem might be unclear to many readers. Reply Christopher Lindsay November 20, 2020 Hi C.B., Thanks for the feedback. I’m glad you liked the rhymes. I did a quite a bit of research for this poem, and except for the last line, I think everything is factually correct. “A vulture is a scavenging bird of prey.” Wikipedia “Unlike the more docile turkey vultures, which are more timid and feed on dead animal carcasses, black vultures are more aggressive. They’ve been known to target and kill small live animals including lambs, calves, goats, groundhogs and other wild animals.” https://cfaes.osu.edu/news/articles/black-vultures-the-rise-growing-problem-for-livestock-producers Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.