A Taller Shadow

Drenched in the dryness
of autumn leaves,
consumed by the crackling
of their silence underneath -
a faithless fable, a fence,
I am led to nothing
but 'nothing'.

What do I miss?
Where do I go?
I've always been the wire
they tow.

Barren, brown, the bounty of woe - 
I've always been the line
they tow.

A sea of stems that beckons 
neither life nor death -
my breath is short, I grow

a taller shadow.