You can do wonders with lemons,
But what of just rinds?
What can you make when a vulture
Swallows the remains of your heart
Before she nests in the cavernous cage of your rib?

What about when moss combines with cobwebs
To fester around the newly-laid egg?
Or when your eyes are lost to onyx
And no longer have strength to conjure tears?

Feel your bones
Reach the brink of decay,
While beak presses through shell to give support
As his spirit fills the void,
Breathing new life to the raptor within.