Fitting for All Hollow’s Eve!
The furry dart skitters along a pipe,
claws and chews at the hem of sleep.
An undershirt covers his eyes.
Glass slivers burst, shower,
and yellow-chisel teeth gnaw at his eyelids.
The thief strips bacon for days.
Then the spring snaps,
fracturing midnight silence.
Its tiny spine is crushed—
eyes forever open.
For weeks two black suns stare at him
in the whiskered dark.