fall poem

simply speaking
he'd even have his joke
were it not for that singular smell
soft as the bed in the earth
out of the deep and the dark
leave the lovely words unsaid
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
with her hair flaying wildly
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
i said
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
with the meek, brown eyes
the ancient songs