Human Leaves

dedicated to Prof. Leo Dubray

human leaves
Downcast, Humane Leaves
all strewn in disorder across
the all but dead grass of modernity

a bleak wind blows through the
bare, Reaching Aspen limbs

(a black F16 fighter jet sails silently by overhead)

human leaves
downcast, humane leaves
all strewn in disorder across
the grey-speckled grass of modernity

Yellow, green, orange, and apricot pink
young and old
all sinking into tangled, slimy brown:
and there are Those
who will tell you the son
is shining on them even now!

there is No apollo
and the sun has sailed away
to shine on foreign shores

human leaves,
downcast humane leaves,
strewn across the super-modern grass:
the rake is tardy,
hung-over from lofty space-age ambitions

there is No apollo:
we must make our own truth, light, and poetry