First Poem of November – Dancing Flesh

Trees displace their fluttering flesh,
Leaving their brittle bones
To crack in despair, their
Blackened forms shivering
Against autumn’s bleached dawn.

But below, the flesh swirl into matted piles,
The youthful boots come
Running, kicking, and leaping
Into that eternally autumnal dance.

The mind runs riot
And sloping stacks of flesh
Morph into castles, cars,
Satellites and faraway worlds.

But every fleshy scrap
Gets shooed along.
Quickly gone, easily forgotten.

And yet, above,
Blackened arms being to sprout
Fresh flesh, vivid colours,

Next dance please.


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