Poetry for Strangers: Joyful

hallowed eve

the weird sisters lingered and chanted hard on the cypress bier
the increscent harvest of bone marrow shook in moonlight clear

we drew faces on the pumpkins and said the devil-scrawled spell
sure enough they lit to life and sang clamorous hymns from hell

i dont belong here the viscount shook his head joyful in the fields of sorrow
the impi will storm the odeon not today but maybe tomorrow

in unvarnished prose the cigar-chomping general unwound his grim tale
battleweary left for dead the soldiers shimmered in the foggy vale

thomas paine twisted the apple stem over and over but it never came off
common sense rattled his dreams he said with a shamefaced cough

the criosphinx told us the puzzle of impossible time but its a mystery
we found clay jugs of starlight under the cupola carved of hickory

making sense of sense unbuckled minds will jape
indris brandishing ulus crept up from the cape

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