September’s rain

This rose for all the world for you

Photo by Brianna Santellan on Unsplash

This rose for all the world for you
These tears for all the dead,
Those empty words at morningtide
This ever-present dread..

Those cloying smells of perfume
On the dresses of the rich,
This workman stumbling homeward
His body in a ditch.

September’s moon still shining
On this old planet’s doom,
Her wind and tide conspiring;
A chill invades the room.

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