Trick Or Treat
there is a prayer scrawled on rice paper
in the bottom of a bowl that sits
on the lighted porch of a house
whose residents take themselves and the devil
too seriously
we have no use for their prayers
we have come in robes and bed sheets
and plastic masks with hungry mouths
and a demonic lust for jawbreakers
although I may have seen the Virgin Mary
or Jesus in the blood of the eggs
we sacrificed on the altar
of their front door
This poem was originally published in the February 2007 issue of decomP Magazine.
