This Is Not Art

Poetry to Split the Social Order

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Autumn

trees shedding leaves like old women losing their fear
it is fall
and the ghosts are crawling their way out of tracheas
and falling into the world
covered in bright red blood
placenta for the new world
a gift
and they are all stalking the tall grass
and whispering down empty streets
about what the early night will bring
and why it must come

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