How quietly you rest
in your copper-tan decline
you’ve let the grass grow long around your feet
So swiftly nature welcomed you
into its verdant embrace when man
finally abandoned you to this tawny disgrace.
Your back seems yet strong
but oh your face, such derelict distress
a weatherworn bister vitiation
Of russet scales blushing viridian
over ochreous carbuncles,
husk moldering in dusty chestnut consumption
While oxide leaves shed from you,
an autumnal fall into your absolute torpor,
the final cankerous chapter of your storied days
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