Monthly Archives: October 2015

I Remember September

The Sky – a shade of sickly grey

the (Crescent) sliver crimson,

the nose of peat and breath of ley

from Mother Earth arisen

Her day-old hatchlings drawn to sea,

Her silver moths to slaughter; flame

consumes Her Primaries angrily –

our silent sinking Grand Old Dame

She screams a crackling frequency

but soft, so i remember

last time in April, May, or June,

this time, (damn me), September

and what lies dank beneath the burnt,

repeated, carbon, chemistry,

and what, indeed, has mankind learnt

from this rekindling history?

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