elegy for fallen leaves

we met late in july

by a break in the sky

now our love is penniless art

thunder, thunder

over and under

recite the tale of my heart

i called her pet names 

like slut, like whore

we played these games

and more

as we crossed lines

the lightening flew

so we lucky few

hid our love among the pines

under a bough

i can recall now

the scent of her flesh and wet earth

cry as she might

she could not fight

the urge to assert her worth

then heat! then red!

life poured from my head

she licked it clean like wine

i lay there still

among the ill of our sin

in the mud and the blood and the pines

Written by J.M. Ó Faoláin
Writer

J.M. Ó Faoláin is a 26-year-old with a bachelor of arts in philosophy from the University of Western Ontario. He served in the Canadian Armed Forces as both a cavalry officer and then an infantry officer for six years. He bounced at several prominent bars in the Toronto area. He has several poems published in High Horse Magazine and was shortlisted by Palette Poetry Magazine for the Resistance and Resilience prize.