Nothing to see here 

but us fascist ghosts who with 

a wink renew hate 

Scars for hearts sewn on

our sleeves split to reveal the

burnt embers within 

The candle has blackened 

the hollowed out inside and 

squirrels eat the rest 

Jack-o'-lanterns lit

by flame flicker and menace 

unruly spirits 

Nature goes out in 

a final gasp of glory 

and we should as well 

The coop is safe when

the rabid foxes instead

turn on each other 

Raised by Russian bots 

and algorithms they kill 

and die for brief fame