Hallow’s Eve

in the real world
hills are for cemeteries

from a distance the gravestones
might as well be stumps

or teeth waiting for the other
jaw to descend

a woman lets
her rottweiler run

a gravedigger operates
a small backhoe

i browse the headstones
as if they were spines of books

GIVEN says one and i feel guilty
for killing time

try not to look over
at the mountain

its growing rash
of fresh stumps

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