(un)titled halloween

the mist gathers
at the feet
of the tombstones
a swirling fog
obscuring the brown grass
the weatherfaded
plastic flowers
left
in half-hearted
memoriam

the moon
casts a baleful glare
down
upon the cemetery
cold
uncaring
as the scene of loss
becomes
a cloud of distant
malaise

a single howl
shakes
the too silent land
with a quailing
need
that becomes
directionless
as it bounces
throughout
the desolate white
keening off
of the marble edifices

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