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I always found the autumn frightening,
beautiful but splintered, twisted and nightmarish.
flakes of irony cover the ground,
crushed and ground into pieces,trampled.
From a bright vibrant green, they decay
to a bleeding bright blood red
to used up and yellow, falling, helpless, from the skies
caked with brittle blood, drying brown.
But this death, we say, is breathtaking,
the bodies cover the lawns, the sidewalks and streets
this, we say, is beauty.
beautiful but splintered, twisted and nightmarish.
flakes of irony cover the ground,
crushed and ground into pieces,trampled.
From a bright vibrant green, they decay
to a bleeding bright blood red
to used up and yellow, falling, helpless, from the skies
caked with brittle blood, drying brown.
But this death, we say, is breathtaking,
the bodies cover the lawns, the sidewalks and streets
this, we say, is beauty.