New Dawn Poem by Donatien Moisdon

…for already, the first light of Autumn
among the dusty foliage is creeping.

It brings along a damp, surprising calm
and, lingering as on a checkerboard
of hedges, a misty September dawn.

A brief respite in our daily fight.

I too, between rusty thickets, do walk
on footpaths crunchy with the leaves of Death.
I too proceed towards my own ending.

That's my revenge, my lone equality.

Your snotty wealth will never keep me from
breathing deeply the first cooling instants
of Time, stalking, before it drags you down.

On your contempt, on my lingering looks,
a blinding shroud will sweep through frozen skies
and its silence will swallow our shouts.