I thought of an outlandish story
would be just what’s needed for
All Saints Eve, Halloween.

I thought of invented bizarre and
unexpected horrors and people
being manipulated and maimed.

But then I realized it’s all been
done before, there are no horrors
which have yet to see the light of day.

There are no terrors which have
not played out in the minds of men
in the darkness of night.

Devised and deployed tragedy
scares, suffering and sorrows,
continuous part of our histories.

We seem to need these evil
tricks in order to appreciate
times of joy and treats.

Is it no surprise what we
invent in our minds about
all others is born of distrust?

For we are products of our
own conspiratorial inventions
and collected experienced sorrows.

We should carve these into
our pumpkins of the moment
and leave them to rot and decay.

Toss them out and find our
joys and our loves and be
done with horrors and pain.

In the aftermath may we find
the good in all of us, for we may
all be sinners, and also all saints.