the bones cavort
mock death with mirth, and
hallow we don masks, pretend
(Treat, or get tricked!),
each house feigns fear
as we loot on.
These rituals help
us remember the gone,
satirize the goneness.
Party on.
For the little ones -
pirates and princesses,
supermen and goblins,
witches and hobos and
tigers and bumblebees,
it never gets old.
For me, either.
I dance with those skeletons.
Macabre kollabra,
till death let us laugh.
