Dead Orchestras

Motif in Diet Orange

I FOUND these green dunes

Covered in sun-spheres of post-summer.

I ignite the yellowed country farmland,

Ginger sky in groupings of pirate treasures

For they call myself plump, melon

In the prologue of November

As the night descends

Youngsters come and link themselves

While surrounding my frame

Chanting a specter's many howls and melodies

With passion towards the rusted lunar star;

I become a carved and broken smile,

Clinging onto false teeth of flesh.

But the young ones are aware

That I mean no evil.

Homolinguistically translated from "Theme in Yellow" by Carl Sandburg