All Souls Day ’71

Cheap plastic, costume mask discarded

elastic band detached

amid paper sacks and candy wrappers

Still emitting the fume from the day

liberated from cellophane bondage

The shrieks they fade

Bats back to their cave

Witches flown away

All Souls Day

arrives wet and grey

On a ride to the pharmacy

we cracked the windows just enough

to make them whistle winter

Bags of surplus candies

overwhelm the shelves at half price

Now turn sour on the eyes

For the ride home the curtain falls early

as first snows swirl in headlights

When All Souls Day

arrived wet and grey

Retreat from the light

into the night

and ended

All Souls Day