Tonight is the night dusty souls
Languish in their sewers
Watched over by granite lambs.
This is the night saints wear kilted skirts
Spattered with coffin dirt, when skull-faced children
Carry lanterns of skinned and grinning heads.
It is the night trees release
Leaves of red witchery, when angels
In flimsy gowns ride their fiery discs.
This is the night a dark wood swoons
Around us like the rings of Saturn, when death
Beautifully polishes things, leaves them there.
Tonight is the night blackness
Drives away the indigo light
And slaps us back inside our caves.
Tonight is the night I can nail a board
Over the face of anyone I have ever loved.