these days
are for
the dead
and dying.

a slow
descent
onto our
crumbled spirits

below an
exhausted sky
amidst the wet,
pungent leaves.

this is
how october
began and
this is

how it ends.
used up
but still
undone

with a dull
aching in the
bones scraped
of flesh

and a falsified
notion that
how this ends
is just.