Cant, and Vulgar Words (London, 1860),
Autumn is listed as one of the slang terms
For execution by hanging. You can see,
With a bit of a stretch, the inspiration—
Hanged bodies fall from the scaffold, and leaves fall
From trees in autumn. Autumn’s a dying time.
Still, it’s a little jarring, no? The season
Of mists and mellow fruitfulness doesn’t seem
Much like gallows humor, despite the mocking
Halloween embrace of death. You’re thinking this
In high country in the American West,
Under a stand of clonal aspens gone gold,
The usual cloudless blue vault overhead,
A far cry from Victorian London’s smoke—
Autumn. All in the drop, the execution.
These cliffs and mesas do it well. Clean. Sudden.
One moment everything’s still a dusty green,
The next, bright leaves are falling and branches bared.
Maybe it’s justice that worms burrow through books,
Words being little drillers of holes themselves—
Enter via hanging, exit through autumn.
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