for autumn. (a poem)

autumn is death
for the play in numbers
finding joy in places
of brilliant creation.


autumn is death
with a straight razor
at the throat of a plump gazelle
or boar, stealing life
from worthlessness.


autumn is life
within death
a voice of succulent
maliciousness
in her marrow
of midnight danger.


autumn brings me
dandelions and calla lilies
in fanciness
in happiness
and in death.