fall's encantations,
its words draw
death like
knives
pull blood
and I trim
ends of Autumn
with charismatic
grin
and prayers
informed in
pestilence;
manifestation
clings
to the back
of mental maps
like
breathless leaf
saturated and
desperately parasitic,
glued obstinate to
skeleton
of metal motor cadaver
that treads asphalt
in mechanic and
eternal youth,
fuming intently into
the lung of
afternoon,
it found
a half dead man
burying God atop the ground,
piling leaves
on grass
with pernicious ambition
and scars the stuff
of stories,
evident in 10 point
October
skin eroded
and canyoned
fonts
that age and honor
shaped
and shaved,
replaced with quarantined
wisdom
and hot ember
a smolder,
no intent to flame. |
Submission Name: ember if autumn, seek refuge in ash
