14 MAY 1965, Page 21
Two Poems
By VERNON WATKINS
Vultures
Fling bones to vultures, who dissect Thoughts of a living man when dead. Trust the wide wings to spread his shade And win what he hates most, respect.
By VERNON WATKINS
Vultures
Fling bones to vultures, who dissect Thoughts of a living man when dead. Trust the wide wings to spread his shade And win what he hates most, respect.