Theme VI: Vices, “October’s End”

By Nicholas Ng

Do you see giants

in the fog? They breathe

in citadels of orange and oak.

Skeletons swing

before cackling doors.

In days red and blue,

change and bottles

await the shelf, the realms

of dead throats.

Evening is sturdy

with wood fire and cider.

You write a leather journal

to age a thousand summers.

You will walk some October

by black doors of children,

by taverns of potions,

and understand the cauldrons

are weightless plastic.

Your parents think

you’re a hoarder

and no dragon.


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