All Hallows Eve

I have no use for these sentiments
that coil and clew like dew beads
of beetle black, raised from a breath of th'eve
even your gran knew this is not right

now beat a gramm'ry liturgy, with grass blade
aspergil what rises from the midnight dew
all the spirits of the dead set to humming
with their sweet chirrups the damp air resonating
around a candle's light together recite
hallowed be this night.