The Pumpkin by Garathe Den (HeartOfBabel.com)

The Pumpkin by Garathe Den

How would you feel if they ripped out your guts
And left you just a husk, a shell, empty cavity
How would you heal from the loss and disgust
To these actions unjust, in all of their vanity

How would you cope if they carved up your face
With stencils and blades, for their own entertainment
Taking you from your home, felling lost and displaced
To be placed as a spooky arrangement

Parts of you in a pie, for a family of five
All topped with whipped-cream to the sight of a feast
As they chomp and they chew, masticating you
Forced to watch these devouring beasts

Then baking your seeds, seasoned to their needs
To meet their teeth with a crunch of delight
To see such a deed with no means to be freed
Could you ever imagine such frights

Then sitting you on their steps, with no ounce of regret
To show faintly a flicker that shines through the wholes
A Flamed silhouette, to show you as a threat
Just a kindle to the wick of your soul

Then leaving you all alone, to weather and show
Your life and all energy draining
All your hopes once aglow, have been left to corrode
To wither, just waning and waiting

For some young adolescent, who happens on by
Just to give you the time of engagement
The very last act, till your final goodbye
Smashing you, left to rot, on the pavement

Yes, how would you feel ‘bout the time of October
Coming over and over, celebrated by all
Maybe your drunken joys, would just start to sober
If you knew my perspective of Fall