Now that fires have been contained These ashes are of our own making, Clouds hang up on radio towers And sirens sing one song for hours Here begins the fitting end To what we'd started over When tomorrow is October Tomorrow is October A masquerade of civility Had stood the test of time of me: I kept the faith and hid behind Whatever parade was cheering mine But circus wheels leave muddy fields, The flowers trampled over
When tomorrow is October Tomorrow is October
The scrubby hills flash their teeth All iron will and disbelief. I move to rise, but as soon Here's that first dark afternoon; Cold and golden, cross and scolding even Angels who lord over
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