In fourteen days

It’s Halloween

and all of the Crows will fly

into the night

among the graves

the ruined ones, the tended ones,

the secret ones

unmarked but not forgotten.

 

The Crows

will ferry the dead

with dark care

one by one

silent against the night

until they reach our homes.

 

Will you answer

I wonder

if one tries you locks

and gently knocks

upon your windows ands doors?