Memories in Flight

Then it came
like a flashback of a memory
something time hasn't still turned
into carrion
that these Pariah Kites wheel
-- above this place
that time once knew as a garden
maybe of mango trees --
like the vultures used to
above the orchards of
my boyhood past
while the Sun and my kite specked the skies
staying frozen blazing light
in the afternoon heat
high above shadowed me
and wild mango trees.