The Pumpkin

My daughter asked me to write about a pumpkin, so here goes.

Giant pumpkin
burning bright
in the suburbs
of the night
your ghoulish grin
and hollow eyes
brought to life
by sharpened knives
your guts ripped out
a fire within
your head comes off
to let it in
silently
you stand guard
o’er goblins and ladies
who trek thru your yard
the last dark hope
of autumn’s time
you laugh and rot
into the long
winter’s
night

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