Now that fires have been contained
These ashes are of our own making,
Clouds hang up on radio towers
And sirens sing one song for hours
Here begins the fitting end
To what we'd started over
When tomorrow is October
Tomorrow is October
A masquerade of civility
Had stood the test of time of me:
I kept the faith and hid behind
Whatever parade was cheering mine
But circus wheels leave muddy fields,
The flowers trampled over
When tomorrow is October
Tomorrow is October
The scrubby hills flash their teeth
All iron will and disbelief.
I move to rise, but as soon
Here's that first dark afternoon;
Cold and golden, cross and scolding even
Angels who lord over
When tomorrow is October
Tomorrow is October
Tomorrow is October