Seaguls Are Angels Are Vulchers

Angels, like vulchers,
Swirl in halo formation
Over my head,
As my mind is blown skyward
In a dream.
I realized then
That's how death might seem:

Set aloft among the clouds,
My earthly pride,
Dematerialized,
Scattered bout like breadcrumbs
Thrown to seagulls in flight,
As each one takes a piece of me,
Gracefully,
Yet hungerly.