Wasp’s sting

Last of the summer skies
trick us into repose
sleepy wasps sting indeterminately
leaves fall like ash clouds
covering everything.

Summer waves goodbye
I murmur images
try to describe a life in random phrase
moon bays governments topple
teeth drawn knives sharpened.

Here in England’s fallow fields
husk of corn scrapes stony ground
sky high and wide with summer song
autumn glowers from over the wall
and we pretend nothing’s happened.

2 thoughts on “Wasp’s sting

  1. Rehan Qayoom says:

    The clothes that are considered right to wear
    Will not be either sensible or cheap,
    So long as we consent to live like sheep
    And never mention those who disappear.

    (W. H. Auden. ‘Leap Before You Look’).

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