Dismal Autumn Skies On An Anglian Eve

The sun disappeared and the world became

Mute in the dull of a dismal evening.

Above, the skies grew grey with Autumn's flame

As clouds massed to celebrate our leaving.

...What have we left?

Everything had fallen apart and we

Were standing in the desolated streets,

Alone in that pathetic fallacy

Which spat rain to glorify our defeat.

...What have we left?

The universe decayed and left embers

Of our hope consumed by harvest fires;

We died alone in that weak September

Beneath the wreak of Autumn's ire.