I make incisive what other men saw.
I make it legal, prescribed by The Law.
But I am some which the vulture will praise:
I am a chance by the model I raise.

Gather will vultures where carcase is present.
So I see to it my writings are pleasant
to any bird with the eye of the eagle
and with the claw to dissect what seems legal.

Vultures are you. And the body is mine.
Take me to heaven, to heaven so fine!
Swallow the body and take to your wings,
fly me to higher than where the bird sings!

Doves are all right. They are lovely, in fact.
But life eternal the goal of my act
vultures and eagles are what I will see.
Hawks, even, matter. Such will set me free.