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Eric Chaet

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A Tale from Old Buzzard's Youth

Buzzard hears of a tribe that worships him, skims hillside & forest, & soars high in slow circle of observation & contemplation.
Below him, villagers are flying a kite in his image, burning incense, laying out sacrificial meat.
Touched by the meat, he dips a wing, & drops straight down.
But villagers shoot arrows, & yell, 'No! No! Holy meat is for HOLY buzzard!'
Buzzard rises up, dives, catches & crushes kite-buzzard in his talons, shits on several archers & a priestess, scoops up meat, & eats with clenched brows in limbs of huge cactus, deep in Southwest.
Makes him so sick, he pukes 2 days.
Said the old buzzard Old Buzzard used to call Old Buzzard: 'The art of forgetting is the radius of circle-soaring, slow, slow, in blue geometry of sky & bird.'

- Eric Chaet (USA)

Eric Chaet is a poet, essay writer and songwriter. He was born in Chicago in 1945, and now lives in Wisconsin. His travel journal titled People I Met Hitchhiking on USA Highways has been published in book-form. His works have been translated into French, Dutch, Spanish, Portuguese, Russian, and Chinese.
His website is available for viewing at http://ericchaet.wordpress.com