Here’s my Head

Here is October.
Are you glad to see me?
Have you waited 
In hope I’d be alive again?
But I have diminished.

Did you wait long
For me to come around
For dim evenings
And ricocheted sound bites?
But I have changed.

Here is my head
White faced
And calloused shut.
As if the world could do damage
To the wind.

It is not I – 
But a one trick pony
That lays its eyes on the population.
Necessary – maybe –
To survive these seasons.

October… then. 
Then, here is my voice
A meek offering
As if one could change the decision
Of God.

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