john o'connell - outside my window

outside my window
the blur of a november fog
hastens up eternal ghosts, hades-like,
from gardens bleeding with pungent odours.
there are the remembrances of sins
unexcitably gone to dismal wastes
and waters of stale and frothy scum.

john o'connell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/outside-my-window-6/