Address to a Pumpkin
by E.M. Swift-Hook
Hail the harrowed pumpkin!
Tormented, scraped and cut
Your entrails ripped out from within,
To bake pies with your guts.
Hail the hallowed pumpkin!
Thy glorious grinning face,
Carved from the orange of your skull,
Brings grim mirth to this place.
Hail the hollowed pumpkin!
Upon the doorstep set
Your eldritch light and feral look
Will guard the household ...