Psychopomp

There’s a silvery whine to the breeze
a feathered watch in the trees
[no one seems to hear but me]
perhaps someone lies in wait
for a distraction as they grip a re-tract-able blade?

Tiny neon flashlights and piping children
Trick or treat was never a question
The candy is poisoned!
There was never another option
It was its own reply!

How grave of me//come to clarity//

Dark humor is a luxury, no?
I digress…

What has your soul done
& where has it gone
In all your unfaithful time
Guarding your life arbitrarily
Just waiting to cheat me

As if you could.

–LM