Babylion Babylon
Lately I've been falling love with falling leaves
Til the falling takes its leave
Soon there will be nothing left
Soon nothing will join the leaves
Butterfly, dance with me
Dust to dust and debris to debris
Heart to three other hearts
We will drink to this blindly
Like how it's made and unmade
Put your blood in the moon flask
How does it taste with a bit of gin
To all that says 'sì'
Your fragile bones and fragile hearts
Even the exoskeleton sounds fine
As it chimes in the wind
You said it's seasonal
I say it is the season
Which season?
Spring in winter winter in spring
The rest you made it complete
In a smirk and compelling silence
But not before commenting on the wine
"Did you found love?
Did you smuggle wine into gin?"
September 2024
By Aran Meredith
