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