Dawned Dusk

What, Day, do you have 
to say for a self who's going away 
your books might line your coffin 
your tagline is on the stone 

let go of your future 
lay with the past 
the season is off 
played out its last 

night falls like a tree 
in a forest of life 
new home for the worms 
a cause for delight 

as narrowing streets 
pass on to trail 
wandering beats 
last song inhale.