Girl in the Autumn Dress

With these hands
She ends the day
Upon her soul
Taste heavy rain
Sorrow fury
Abundant sands
Into her eyes
She nearly breathes
Faithful fruit
No longer bared
Upon her flesh
Release the wrath
So sullen taste
Of bittersweet
Torn away
Thus scream defeat
Young shallow casket
May earth be thrown
To drown the girl
In the autumn dress
What does not love
So shall be thrown
Into the depths
No longer known-