When the sun hides
The townsfolk assemble
Blading the gourds
Knifing the eyes
Sucking the meat
And placing a light in there
The light giving life
To the orange dome
They have been waiting for this
Each has made a head
Fat heads like giant eggs
Or huge red foetuses
Not yet ready for the world
Ballooning monstrously
Warped heads plastered
With strange death grins
Off colour odd eyes
They don the skulls
And walk through
The narrows’ amber light
The vapour from the lamps
Stroked by the bare limbs
Of the trees dance upon
Their swollen false faces
Then it is that they too
Dance and out
Into the darkness
Of the fields
And like the harvest
That has just been sheared
By morninglight
There is nothing but the
Heads
Crushed in the fields
