I only have words and eyes to give.
The zombies walk again.
The children roadside.
The mothers speaking only with their breath.
The woods vacant. The homes warm.
The hearts cold and the jovial brightness
of mischievous crime in October.
I only have words to give when my eyes are shut.
At the end of this month, we will put gravestones
on our lawns to entertain children with the idea of death
blood and paint and horror and candy.
Remind them of the death they will never know
outside of this quiet street. Rest in peace.
The American suburban night.