I will begin my singing at vespers1
With pen pressed to paper till it burst
Into stumbling verse of autumn-cursed colors
Yellows and reds
Within these leaves I will immerse
My head
Claiming acorns for my brothers
They never got the chance to split their heads
But are crumbling instead
Beneath their fathers
Abominable empires2
Outwardly led
By some once-beneficent spirit of the land3
Since she rode on by in summer-resplendent car
70 years agone
Then rode out from human lands
O our fathers
Born under a happy star4
O happy star to me is sorrily bland
And I crave a deadlier pleasure
Yellows and reds
1 Late in the year
2 Oaks
3 Summer goddess
4 Pluto was in the Summer signs from around 1900 to 1983
