Eat or heat my stiffening bones

Like demons in the night on paid vacation

 

Aesop dons his tanning lotion

Admires his Trumpian colour and prays

For constancy with his New Look.

 

Golden girls, clicking high heels, sweeping, swaying hair

An oasis of ambiguity in the desert, for the parched

And for us all.

 

Unsure how we feel in response to a death

And twelve lost men walk in this line and leave to unknown

Lives, new fables, mundane tasks, to be or not to be.

 

The pumpkin doubled in size.