My Old Friend Jack
I slice his eyes; he looks surprised.
I hack his twisted grin.
And what else goes? I pierce his nose,
Knock teeth out, punch teeth in.
Cut carotid, scalped, quick gutted
Twinings inside out.
Deft razor lace, I slash his face,
Scrape hollow, raw, mute shout!
The seed comes next, and I'm perplexed:
Need heat! Need Fire! Need Light!
And with his head, I'll guide the dead
On this Halloween night.
Roast honeyed seeds that pumpkin bleeds
with sugar coated treats
to every child, both tame and wild,
Princess, zombie or beast!
No, I'm not cruel, nor am I ghoul.
My or'nge skinned friend is daft.
What makes us pain, and sounds insane,
makes Jack O'Lantern laugh!
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