gossip takes flight,
but not in a fast paced
frantic flurry of wings.
more like a flock of buzzards
lazily circling a subject
beat plumb to death
by backwoods conjecture,
taking stock of the situation
from the air
before touching down
to tear what remains apart.
word is a winged scavenger

and i ain’t too good
to pick at the gory details.
snap up the bloody, trashy, bits
and swallow them whole
for later digestion.
good stories and healthy roadkill
have plenty of meat
on the bone.