Halloween is nothing to celebrate.
It should not be fun.
On my tenth Hallows'
my Appendix nearly burst
as a ghoulish German dwarf
cruelly tried to make me laugh
with his Swabian accent
while I writhed in pain.
It's no excuse to stuff your faces with sweets
(Which mother blamed for my malady).
When evil is let loose before Saints return,
streets and sidewalks shall be Rivers of Blood.
Blanched yellow leaves become
bright gold coins in Sun's smithy
The cool breeze carries your fragrance
like a benediction
Our hands entwined know touch
shares more mystery than breath
Chased chimeras for years
and life, the ultimate spoil,
will be pinched from me
by the subtlest hand.
Only death keeps score,
toe tags add up.
Jesus is the greatest thief of all.
He nicked eternal life from death
and, like a thief in this night,
returns to take mine.
