Eve of All
Hallows
walks with
the dead
when the
gravestone slides
off her
sodden bed
of rot and
bone
no pillows
there
just dried
up skin and mottled hair.
The earth
is soft and drenched with dew.
This loamy
soil from ashes grew
For
tranced escape
to make in
haste
when the
Moon is full
no time to
waste.
Night owls
screech . . . a creature’s near!
He hides
in the crypt
his eyes
to peer
as zombies
slide through the sunken earth
and rise
for the devil
to give
them birth.
The howl
of wolf cries across the moon
and Eve
takes flight
on her
ragged broom
while the
crypt door opens
and the
black-winged creeps
pushing
and pulling
till he
finally leaps.
Past the
graveyard off in flight
He catches
up with Eve tonight
“Darling,
haven’t seen you since when?
New broom,
I see . . . mmmmm . . . very Zen! “
Joanne
Cucinello 2007
