On this day,
at the end of another October
cold winds are going
to start blowing
many will carve pumpkins
many will wonder what’s Halloween
the ghosts and the ghouls
shall get confused which way to head
the West or the East
a new home, perhaps?
But there is already too many
of West’s more primitive
and poorer cousins due East
far too much misery here
to ever allow it to escape
a woman gets her head bashed in
by a loving husband
a child is murdered before her mother’s eyes
friends break apart, lovers float away
but God survives, weakened
wounded. There is so much
misery due east for Halloween
Let the cold winds pass
and let the dead sleep
you don’t know what a lantern
of hope could do
to a soul with no eyes
but a burning abyss of desolation.
Let the pumpkins be
Forget the end of October.
