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Blood Autumn
After the losses
the heavy season
of losses
fallen leaves race
through the streets
like rats with wings
thieves making off
with the blood of autumn
making off
with the blood of sunlight
the blood of the river
the blood of trees
the blood of love
the blood of cold dawn
the blood of the field
at dawn
where rising from the grasses
copper birds
beating their wings
the frost from the grasses
in the air splintering
like an ice shower
like thousands of angels
ascending
in the amber sun