It’s gonna be a gaggle

of taut fibrous people-looking

hellacious Scarecrows

with splintered shears

for hands and green velvet tongues

that flout polite

obscenities-

yanking at the binding neck-yoke

spilling sideways and dragged off

turning flagrant blue-

strangled struggling straddled

swept away to a prudent corner

for delicate preening

and blood desiccation

followed by pleasant extraction

of organs like donations

upon which remains only

an ivory derelict skeleton

and perfectly pacified-

I become a Halloween decoration.