The vultures gather to pick the carcass, oh yes they surely do...some way before the final curtain call, even years ahead, if the stakes are high...I know this scene, I've played the part of the woebegotten wife in that play, of the ailing husband, and the turkey buzzards hopping to and fro...staying just outa reach, yet not to far away, so they can see the next scenes unfolding..Shame on human beings.
Well Done Jasmin
:) Ch'erie

A very realistic, spiritual and sad write of how life once was and how it now is for some. So much inner turmoil with emotions struggling
to be set free.....

Be safe,
Karen

This seems to spring from a deep well of experience and emotion, and from strong faith, as well.

It's a stark poem, strong, and unerring.
Gina

I am not certain as to the exact reference of your verses but they do give one substance for thought, Jasmin. Thank you. Love and peace,

Regis

the tone of the piece seems to change in the final stanza.
im a little unclear as to what this is about though.
in context with the title i am taking it that you are unimpressed with perhaps your families responses to someones passing or right before passing.

i worked in a resthome for 4 and a half years.
what made me more angry than you would believe was when i attended funerals of the residents and saw these children and grand children filled with tears and 'we loved our nana' lines and such when i had never seen them visit once! i worked every single shift in the house over the period i worked in that residence and there were so many old ppl who had no one visit them. it was so hard. trying to explain to them that their families hadnt left them to rot and they were still loved but you know... grandchildren and sports and such...
and then to see such a too-doo at the funeral... it made me so angry.

so i guess thats the context to which i come to this piece...
sorry my comment wasnt really of much use.