Unseemly: The brainwashed trees' untimely green.
I stumble awake, dazed by their stony glitter
And stand at the window retching nectarine.
The hideous birds are roused and chatter
As I scream through the stained and tortured streets -
From windows, children point and titter.
Smoke, heavy-scented, climbs the windy cleats
From mounds of burning leaves - the mark of fall
At every door. Inside, something insidious beats.
I have leered through those rank rooms and small
Where shadows whisper and cut upon the bleeding
Sheets. I have seen all, heard all.
And raged upon the light descending.
And weaved my shroud of words unending.