I’ve never celebrated the Halloween
I even thought ’twas “Hollow wane”
Or “Holy, I ween” (Holy, I think)
But it’s more than that
The youth dress up in skeletons
Spooky but funky faces
The aged recall the old days
The Déjà vu tricks
The treats abounded when they were young
Tonight’s streets teem with carnival
Pathos is nowhere to be found
I heard Halloween was not created equal
Somewhere amongst the living
Death is still a taboo
Living men fear the dead souls
Or anyone insinuating -
living playing dying
Get on their brittle nerves
The walking ghosts
In and of themselves
I’ve never been in a Halloween
Except when I happened to
Here is to all the invisible
Martyrs, hallows, and all those
Have passed
- The End -
