"and so, it's Hallowe'en"

(an undead echo
  clasped by Evan Hawthorn

 from
         a scrolled
                          by
                               toll
 on
      All Souls' sieve)

   

*

and so, it's Hallowe'en

hacked to life and gone obscene;

status quo antied

humanity shantied

suicidal careen.

(the mirrors all broken,

 "white" sky "god" prised

 obsession with 'self's

 fleeting sheen.)

*

and are the Demicons née Republorants,

the British, French and German

anti-diplomats,

the dictation framing

dead tree reaming

(lemming aiming)

mainstreaming gnats,

the pale "raced" heroes

at the patriots' bat

runnething over

that venomous vat

(stirring the dead fingers
  of "to the last" fascist
       sacrificed Ukrainians,

  creamed with a diced
                 "terrorist" sauce
  of unchristened babies,

  the next uninspected batch
  of Fauci staked rabies

  and an untapped app
  for sizzling earth's
  plastics zapped
  floodgates trapped
  fleeing rats),

and last but never unleased

the corporate army
  of zombie operatives greased

(COLLECTIVE West in shaded vests)

avidly taxed

sadism brimmed

"anti-Semitism" skinned

ghoulish assassins

applauded rapists

and Epstein winged

civilisation destroyers

over the ramparts' red glare

(and a thousand dead fishermen);

all those "chosen" hose colluding

"us" against "them" extruding

(hemmed in ahem)

"good guys"

still

"serving"

the (pecking "order" unswerving)

        quarterly compounded

        "intelligence" unsounded

        innocents under
                                     grounded

        oil dollar collateral
             (AI rounded)

        love for "others"

        religiously impounded

        unabashed lashed

        cash ringing "interests"
of
        unadulterated evil?

*

what's that Jacob Marley?

even the gathering shadows

can't hear you anymore?

*

- Evan Hawthorn