The night of All Hallows draws near
where it comes from has never been clear—
the reigning esthetic
is Gothic/Poetic
and sugar eclipses all fear . . .

Using candy, they settle the score:
secret weapon in Lucifer‘s war.
For this treat dietetic
we’re pre-diabetic,
dressed up as the ghosts that we are.

The idea that spirits abound,
that the Dead ever hover around,
is a lie straight from Hell
and a fable to sell
souls and sugar, per ounce and per pound.