‘Tis autumn
And the blood of God
Pools in root that sleeps
Amidst worm and toadstool
Vain woman
Autumn swirls her air
Leaf plucked from trees
Of Saint Anthony’s Fire
And they scream from the bleachers
Every first down
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 5:30 AM UTC
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