Flames…

Standing atop the hill
The wind, heavy and still
Waiting for the vulture to attack
To tear me into parts

I stand here as prey
Game, for the predator’s play
And I relish the pain
Of every single bite, I sustain

But again the wounds will heal
The jagged edges will anneal
So that you resume your sport
With claws and nails of steel

And the hurt will bleed away
As it does everyday
What is in there, to say
Other than silently pray.