Those Autumn Leaves

The Old Goat was booted from the company where he had worked for 21 years in 2001. They provided counselling with an outsourcing company. He was to have my first meeting with this company on September 11, 2001 in the tallest building in the city. The meeting was cancelled.

Understandingly there was some fear about other attacks upon our country after that day. That fall mysterious letters containing the poison Anthrax began showing up in mailboxes.

That was when The Old Goat wrote this poem.

He took the title from Jude 1:12b

JUDE 1: 12b They are clouds without rain, blown along by the wind; autumn trees, without fruit and uprooted—twice dead. 13 They are wild waves of the sea, foaming up their shame; wandering stars, for whom blackest darkness has been reserved forever.

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