Crickle crack and crackle snap
Around the old gumtree
Leaves fall down on bones and ground –
The bones that once were me.
In and out and up and down
The brains go in a web,
Try and find their own way out,
But soon they’ll end up dead.
Fall and rot we go our way
Just like the fall before,
Soon to feed another crop
Remembered nevermore.
11.10.22
Nathaniel West Clark 