Omen-Filled Season - Death In June

To black-framed witness

From black-framed guilt

A misery of springtime

And a weekend of absolute

I remember

The wilds around me

Whispered «brutality»

The strangest apology of all

This dragon-faced accolade

Of vigour and hope

With shame and delight

I accept it!

This omen filled season

Not sudden or rushed

No fear of volunteer

I reject It!

I remember

The wilds around me

Whispered «brutality»

The strangest apology of all

Evening then and evening now

The smell of seasoned summer brings

Memories of illusions past

And autumn has funerals enough to last