for it is hallowe'en

for it is hallowe'en 

and we'll go to the graves

armed with our tools

and our buckets

to wipe the stones clean

and sweep fallen leaves 

to the sides

we'll cut back the weeds

that block up the holes 

made by the rain 

and the rats 

and the mice 

the dead ones won't rest 

in heavenly peace 

on invisible clouds

tonight they'll come down 

and look in our heads 

awake at  our windows 

at midnight

our hollowed out heads 

there glowing with pride

today  at the graves

we'll put batteries in candles

and wash off the dust 

on the faded bouquets 

and someone'll mutter a suitable prayer

                    for  it is hallowe'en after all