(a tribute)
(attribute)
to all of the fallen
with the diagnosis that hit like a car into soft tissue, then bone
with a crunch of cool air that awakened a wakening
with a message on the wind that tastes like wood-fire
with the shock of waking up to the finity of you –
to all of you, and to Jacques, Johnny, Nat, Juliette, Nina, Eva, it is that season of attributing, of furling, faltering, folding in
to old winter’s song
but I miss you most of all, my darling, when autumn leaves
start to fall