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The ghost, the ghoul, the cat, the witch, the brew
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Too scared of life, of things I can’t control:
The hurts, the sadness, all the crashing heads
And limbs and hopes and dreams, events that bowl
Me over, leaving me to mend my shreds.
What if I now become the ghost, the ghoul,
The witch, the zombie, changed before the change
Can do it first, offensive in the pool
Of time, no dip, but plunge into the strange!
So on All Hallow’s Eve, I think I’ll be
A cat with yellow eyes and flicking tail
Or else the witch that brews the special mead
Where just a sip ensures I cannot fail.
The ghost, the ghoul, the cat, the witch, the brew,
Then poof! I’ve straightened life from hopeless skew.