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Vultures 
jordan EASH 

(an excerpt) 

THE 2010 ANALECTA 

"Jesus Christ, you'd think a guy smart as you'd remember to put oil in his car before he drives out into the middle of the 
desert!" 

The metallic clash of the hood slamming down echoed over the cracked, shimmering landscape on either side of 
the highway and sent a pair of distant vultures scrambling into the air. The sound startled Andy, too, who had been star­
ing at the birds. 

Walt came around the front of the car to where Andy stood polishing his glasses with a handkerchief. 
"Friends of yours?" Walt asked, nodding towards the vultures, now gently gliding specks in the clean sky. They 

seemed to face each other as they circled, like fencers delicately planning their next move. 
"What?" 
"Those birds, you know 'em? You got the same haircut." He laughed. "You said you were a - what.you call it?" 
"I'm an ornithologist." 
"That's it." 
Walt ran his hands, coated in engine grease, through his stringy hair. He took a pack of Marlboros from his shirt 

pocket and lit one. 
"I asked you not to do that," Andy said. He never took his eyes off the circling scavengers. They were getting 

closer to the ground, flying faster. 
"That's when we were in your car. We ain't in your car anymore." He sighed, sending a cloud of smoke rushing 

from his mouth and nose. Walt leaned against the car, almost too hot to touch in the afternoon sun. Andy stood straight, 
hands in his pockets, eyes on the sky. 

"So what should we do?" he asked. 
"You got a cell phone?" Walt said. 
"Yes. There's no signal, though." 
"Shit." Walt dropped the butt and crushed it with the toe of his boot. "Never thought I'd die like this. Thought 

maybe someone would knife me in Chuckawalla, now I get out of the pen and I'm going to be eaten by buzzards all 

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'cause of some moron profess1 
"Now's as good a time 
"I was joking." 
Andy licked his lips. ". 
"Well, it ain't a very g< 
"What did you do?" 
"None of your damn b 

do, Mister Wizard? Why you 
The vultures, circling < 

grunt, more like a snorting pi~ 
"I don't want to die." 
"Yeah, you do. You ai 

time to die' and everything. ~ 
Andy stared at Walt fa 

bird came down on top of the 
distracted by something on th 

"Did you know that a 
called a 'venue?"' he said. " 
pick clean." He smiled. "It's 

Walt raised an eyebro' 
factory." 

The object of the sma' 
The larger one dropped a shn 

"She said I was too di 
"Who did?" 
"My wife." 
Walt took out another 
Andy took a deep bre 

they-" 



ves out into the middle of the 

g landscape on either side of 
,ndy, too, who had been star-

:h a handkerchief. 
pecks in the clean sky. They 

rou were a - what you call it?" 

:k of Marlboros from his shirt 

vengers. They were getting 

:ling a cloud of smoke rushing 
. oon sun. Andy stood straight, 

ght I'd die like this. Thought 
o be eaten by buzzards all 

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'cause of some moron professor and his broke down car." 

"Now's as good a time to die as any," Andy said. 
"I was joking." 
Andy licked his lips. "You never told me you were in prison." 
"Well, it ain't a very good way to hitch a ride, is it? Tellin' everybody you're a felon." 
"What did you do?" 
"None of your damn business is what I did." Walt kicked at the crushed cigarette on the pavement. "What'd you 

do, Mister Wizard? Why you wanna die out here?" 
The vultures, circling close above their meal, passed too close to one another. The larger one let out an angry 

grunt, more like a snorting pig than a sound any bird should make. 
"I don't want to die." Andy blinked. 
"Yeah, you do. You ain't taken your eyes off those nasty birds this whole time and then you're all 'now's a good 

time to die' and everything. What, your wife leave you?" 
Andy stared at Walt for a moment, and then looked away. The birds drifted calmly to the ground. The larger 

bird came down on top of the carrion and began to pull it apart. The smaller one landed a few feet away. It seemed 
distracted by something on the ground. Andy watched it dance around the strange object. 

"Did you know that a group of vultures is called a 'kettle' when they're in the air, but on the ground they're 
called a 'venue?'" he said. "And the Parsis in India, when they die they leave their bodies outside for the vultures to 
pick clean." He smiled. "It's called a 'sky burial."' 

Walt raised an eyebrow. "Right. Again with the death stuff. It's a good thing we didn't break down near a rope 
factory." 

The object of the small bird's attention leapt at its bald head. A snake. The little vulture let out a crackling yelp. 
The larger one dropped a shred of meat from its beak as both birds took to the air again . 

"She said I was too distant." Andy said. 
"Who did?" 
"My wife." 
Walt took out another cigarette. "Can't imagine why." 
Andy took a deep breath. "You know, the great thing about vultures is-" His voice was strained. "You see, 

they- " 

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Andy sobbed. He stepped backwards against the car, slid down to the searing asphalt. He put his hands over his 

eyes and his knees to his chest. 
Walt sighed. "God's sake," he said, "Get up. She's just a woman, right? You don't need her." 
"She was the only person I knew." 
"How Jong were you together?" 
"Since high school." 
"How long's that?" 
"Thirty years. She left me for another guy in my department." 
"I'd kick his ass." 
"What would that solve?" 
"Shit ifl know. It'd make me feel better, though, and it has, let me tell you." Walt dug his hand through his hair 

again and sat down next to Andy, his legs splayed strait out ahead of him. "Tell you what I do. I don't know anybody. 
And it don't bother me one bit. I get to a place and feel like stayin' there, I do. Ifl get tired of it, I go. Never need no­
body's permission. And look how I am." 

"You're a felon." 
"I'm free! I do what I want because all I got to worry about is me. Hell, ifl were you, I'd thank God I was free 

of that old ball and chain. Think of everything you missed out on all those years. College? I never been, but I've heard 
stories. And you with just her. Damn." 

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POETRY 
Ginger Ale and Amare1 
shawn HESTON 

I went bowling at an Elk's Loe 
with Johnny Depp. 
It was dark but he was upset 
they weren't bowling well. 
Then I threw one into the wall 
A girl I went to high school w 
brought out drinks. 
I never liked her but 
she had a great body. 
Leaning over a balcony, 
she might fall 

but I couldn't stop staring ... 
She said she knew the door cc 
and her father was angry. 
We were in a McDonald's dri' 
She gave me two singles 
for a cheeseburger and jalape1 
The screen said I ordered pan 
His voice told me to pull forn 
and keep my foot on the puss: 


