Fall

By Hudson Saffell

Into

Twilight’s last dreaming

 

The traveler’s palm sags

And the flag at half mast

 

Sutures removed like yellow ribbons

And hell-bent uniforms

 

Creature of moon and star

Forever sealed in infamous askance

 

Invade this slumber

Infest this land

Of misled endeavors

 

The leavers

Lie independent

As branches snap and fall

Painted with the sap of junipers

 

Winter has not begun

Yet we are cold

And the barrels still hot