Disappear From, For

Deeper in the woods,
goods fade into gray-green apathy,
math delivered from paper to ashen
caches, composted for a few next meals.
Steal dawn from the sun, an accord with a few
raccoons, bandits for garbage and cabbage
and baggage, carried through
blue nights into still-dark mornings,
warning that red skies at flight 
blight futures from recently hatched,
nest-detached robins.