What was happening now to desolate these patients was a predation

pure and simple, nested on villages of cliff, the consumption of non-

steroidal anti inflammatories in the marrow of their tracts – a lethal

dose for vultures of worlds both old and new. This brief of evidence

dropping from crowded skies like a big idea onto blood-fabric: pilots

abandoning manifest, UN World Food Programme baskets feathered

with corroborating bones, full-dome projects of celestial excarnation

ferrying tiger dust to Garuda left ferrymanless before the dim zodiac.

Tibias and tarsals of ibex and sheep left whole upon a shattered earth.

Here was the only living vertebrate to dine contentedly on vertebrae,

rushing to bequeath its own. The lofty desert never gave her thanks

though for the odd length of bovine spine local wild dogs made a gift

of their rabid brood. Om Mani Padme Hum. Medicine is a closed loop.