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while millions are without power on the east coast and ocean waters rise high with the rage of nature, nobody named Sandy bothers me here- safe and serene in the Midwest, my home no waters have risen to challenge me, and no ghouls have come knocking at my door, though it be Hallows Eve no fairies have come to take me away no children or beggars have showed up to accept my offerings and free a soul from purgatory I have lit no fires, I have butchered no cattle And I certainly have not tried to raise departed spirits the only vestige of Samhain so far is the thought, a simple remembrance of the way things used to be in the pagan myths with their reverence for the dead o, the dead have been here, yes -imitations of them at least littered on my TV screen like bloodied tin cans in the street this is how I revere the dead, by watching remakes of old slasher movies, directed by zombies in them I find masks and screaming -lots of blood and nonsense and not one mention of the way things used to be
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Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 11:57 PM UTC
Watching Halloween
while millions are without power on the east coast and ocean waters rise high with the rage of nature, nobody named Sandy bothers me here- safe and serene in the Midwest, my home no waters have risen to challenge me, and no ghouls have come knocking at my door, though it be Hallows Eve no fairies have come to take me away no children or beggars have showed up to accept my offerings and free a soul from purgatory I have lit no fires, I have butchered no cattle And I certainly have not tried to raise departed spirits the only vestige of Samhain so far is the thought, a simple remembrance of the way things used to be in the pagan myths with their reverence for the dead o, the dead have been here, yes -imitations of them at least littered on my TV screen like bloodied tin cans in the street this is how I revere the dead, by watching remakes of old slasher movies, directed by zombies in them I find masks and screaming -lots of blood and nonsense and not one mention of the way things used to be
dustin-the-destroyer
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Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 11:57 PM UTC
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