Vulture

I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
    high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
    narrowing,
    I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
    feathers
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
Bear downward staring. I said, 'My dear bird, we are wasting time
    here.
These old bones will still work; they are not for you.' But how
    beautiful
    he looked, gliding down
On those great sails; how beautiful he looked, veering away in the
    sea-light
    over the precipice. I tell you solemnly
That I was sorry to have disappointed him. To be eaten by that beak
    and
become part of him, to share those wings and those eyes--
What a sublime end of one's body, what an enskyment; what a life
after death.

-- Robinson Jeffers, Carmel-by-the-Sea, published posthumously in The Beginning and the End (1963)