Here is a Halloween poem. This poem is an eerie, haunting meditation on imminent death, specifically, at the hands of a deathly force. For some time, I have had this image of someone taking my life and my last words being something to the effect of: “As you release my spirit, may I haunt you in the most beautiful of ways.”
Perhaps not surprisingly, this poem can be read from two different perspective; first, where the figure or figuring is me (the reader or author) dealing with a mortally wounded broken heart in an unjust world; or, second, as the prey of another. May you be beautifully haunted.
Go Figure: Owed to Haunting Season
The figure
Stuck me
With a shiv
Like a missing rib
Returning homme
To an awe ready
Open heart
Oozing and aha-ing
Trickling and treating
Imminent death
Eminent till
Nothing in vein
I commend my spirit
To this haunting figure
Just
A reflection
Of that most beautiful weigh
