The Season's Changed
The Season's changed,
The birds've disappeared,
The trees've shed their feathers, and
In tender nests, snow, now gathers.
The Season's changed,
The one-eyed undertaker,
Still reeking of country-liquor,
Pushed his cart to funeral pyres
Treading strewn petals, the tears of criers.
The Season's changed,
The merchant of Venus,
Spews curses - this spell of dryness,
His knowing eye, looking for buyers,
Of lewd pleasures, unspoken desires.
The birds've disappeared,
The trees've shed their feathers, and
In tender nests, snow, now gathers.
The Season's changed,
The one-eyed undertaker,
Still reeking of country-liquor,
Pushed his cart to funeral pyres
Treading strewn petals, the tears of criers.
The Season's changed,
The merchant of Venus,
Spews curses - this spell of dryness,
His knowing eye, looking for buyers,
Of lewd pleasures, unspoken desires.
