A Poem for Fall

Persephone doesn't die, she just goes underground




God, I wanna go,
when skies grow gray,
and drown all hope at all,
I'm Hades bound,
to dine on pomegranate seeds, drink wine,
and be well in a pleasant place.

leave me alone with ghosts,
where the satellites won't see,
where I can spread my legs,
and fear no reproach.

God, what a wicked world in Fall.
Persephone doesn't die; she just goes underground.