Halloween Fire Spirits' Revival
HALLOWEEN FIRE SPIRITS’ REVIVAL
Before building the fire
We dug out a lawn square
To keep the ash we knew would be there
And stacked the sods near the pyre.
The lawn fits back well –
No ghost of last year’s flame.
Each Halloween it’s the same –
There is no grave hole to tell.
Papers, cardboard, gasoline, - oh !
The hissing from a heap
Of slippery wet leaves
Like a snake’s last scream.
Swarms of sparks stream
In hot gas gusts to the eaves,
Burning out as they leap,
Falling as warm grey dust.
Soot flakes like scattered crows
Fly skyward, black and ragged
From damp dead wood’s jagged
Heat - soaked spars’ and oars’
Life-after-life in a final burst.
Each deadened ember
Sends a second soul
To the lifeless hole
With a final life to remember.
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