All Hallows' Eve
This moon is rough around
the edges.
It’s a humble tumble fumble moon.
Santa Muerte.
Dance of those who know.
Who’ve been.
Samhain.
Beat the rhythm with the bones. Bring
back the cattle.
Lawter.
Day of slaughter.
Santa Muerte, the
night walker stalker
out
about.
Sindhe doors.
Light the good fires.
Set a table for dead kin.
Prepare the barn.
Black clouds obscure the gallows
hallows
holy be your offering.
Smoke soak my skin,
