03-07-2020, 11:46 PM
A Suicide Beneath the Capitulating Fall
If yet our only share is Autumn shed
Felled flecks of rusted Spring haunt too the Sage;
What vernal vestige to reverb'rate nigh?
For us, a frameless pane of leper sky-
No fissure draining forth the azure pool
Nor sunrise treading heav'n in cleft clouds cloaked;
But drowned twig carousels stir marinade
of flood-licked land, the pallid plume of fowl
Whereat the wan oak swoons its naked veins
A final shrug of lungs mists staid soiled scenes
Supine I watch my banished spirit twirl
Until the strained embosomed gavel springs
To toll quietus- nevermore to ring.
If yet our only share is Autumn shed
Felled flecks of rusted Spring haunt too the Sage;
What vernal vestige to reverb'rate nigh?
For us, a frameless pane of leper sky-
No fissure draining forth the azure pool
Nor sunrise treading heav'n in cleft clouds cloaked;
But drowned twig carousels stir marinade
of flood-licked land, the pallid plume of fowl
Whereat the wan oak swoons its naked veins
A final shrug of lungs mists staid soiled scenes
Supine I watch my banished spirit twirl
Until the strained embosomed gavel springs
To toll quietus- nevermore to ring.