Poetry Pleases: Halloween
Randal Looney's poem is an account of the burning of the vacant shell of a house on the outskirts of a town in rural Arkansas.
An ignorant army
we walked a muddy field in October
slipping and sliding
to rid our town of pestilence
in the name of belligerence
we burned the old house
flames licked the autumn air
feeding its wealth of correctness, decorum and order
we celebrated our anger with juvenile beers
the fruit of our obligatory anger
ashes left behind
souls lingered still
freshness of a new morning
yet heavy with dew and smoke
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