Severance.

Severance
The birds of leaving call to us
Yet here we stand endowed with the fear of flight

Overland
The winds of change consume the land
While we remain in shadows of summers now past

When all the leaves have fallen
And turned to dust
Will we remain entrenched within our ways?

Indifference,
The plague that moves throughout this land
Omen signs in the shapes of things to come.

©1987 Brendan Perry