G7
This morning I was privy to a feast of vultures.
I was reading on the back porch when they landed.
A cat had died and they engaged in a feeding frenzy.
There goes its liver, and now its heart.
And those were its eyes that had glowed in the dark.
There were seven of these buzzards.
I named them Japan, Britain, Germany, Italy, France, Canada and the United States.
The G7.
Buzzards attack only carrion; we of the G7, however, feed on Africa and Latin America while they are still alive - wounded and crippled but still alive.