THE HALLOWEEN MEN
We are the Halloween men.
We are the scarecrows,
filled with straw, alas.
We are the headless horsemen.
The eyes are not here.
The ears are not here.
The lips that would kiss
a bonnie lass
are not here, alas.
Here our banner is raised,
skull and crossed staves.
The cellar is haunted
in this twilight kingdom.
Halloween candy
and broken jaw-breakers
litter this valley.
A star is born, second-hand Rose,
the only hope
of Halloween men.
Here we go round the mulberry bush
in the rituals of mourning
at six o'clock in the morning.
Between the idea
and the ideal idea
Falls the shadow.
Life is very long
as only the Shadow knows.
this is the way the film ends
not with some fangs but a whistler
Robert Meyer
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