The vultures are his friends
His torn trouser betrayed his buttocks at the other end
He is the scavenger
Over the dirt he stood like an avenger

He breathes from the dark smoke
Beside him the pigs growl
He turns dirt to wealth
He grins whenever he picks a valuable dirt

Bag of dirty wealth he hangs
With his filthy and bony hands
As the vultures bid him bye
Alas the end of the day’s work

On same field where he scavenges all night
The vultures gather tonight
The scavenger ready to be scavenged
As the vultures mourn their friend