dem bones
the faded leaves leave behind limbs
dark and wet, stripped of color
dem bones
dem bones
shellacked by the rain, whipped by the wind
twigs clatter and scatter on the ground
dem bones
dem bones
chilly fear fresh squeezed from pure hearts
rises up masquerading as giggles in the dark
dem bones
dem bones
we grip
tightly our bounty bags
the collected candy as precious as gems
the currency of our childhood
we amble
in clusters through the howling neighborhood
with staccato barks of surely rabid wild dogs
seasoning the wind more chill
we glide
a gang of costumed goblins
witchlings
cowboys
super heroes
affable spooks
dem bones
dem bones
once upon a time halloween was fun
and not a horror fest
dem bones
dem bones
now evil poisons everything
where innocence fails to flourish
dem bones
dem bones
dem dry bones
arise and give glory to the lord
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As a kid I used to love Halloween, Now, not as much. For one thing, it has become ridiculously commercialized -- it’s all about the Benjamins. For another, it’s become far too bloody and horrified. In some instances, the imagery involved is simply evil. What was once innocent fun, in my opinion, has become dangerously dark. And somewhat of a metaphor for the times we live in. Another Halloween-themed poem is “Rounds.” What do you think? Do you feel Halloween has become too gory?Please share your thoughts and impressions in the comments!
NOTE: The following lines break above due to the graphic. They do not break in the original:
- “shellacked by the rain, whipped by the wind”
- “chilly fear fresh squeezed from pure hearts”
- “rises up masquerading as giggles in the dark”
This poem is included in this collection:
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