Halloween

Aged masks steal tiny faces

Furrowed brows concealing eyes that giggle

at the funny way the trees slant, and the cats scream

and the fruit illuminates ghouls and gargoyles of the autumn earth

fists clenched around their seasonal sucrose treasure

they run not in fear, but like nomads, for meaning 

And at the end of the night the masks become a new skin

each year layer upon layer until a generation of devilish creatures emerges