I wandered the crowded graveyard
Hardly able to see out of the sloppily aligned holes in my mask
While covered in a cheap shroud that crinkled noisily as I moved
Carrying an almost fluorescent orange pumpkin in one hand
From inside it was just an uncomfortable outfit
With plain white plastic mask pressing into my face
The rubber band rolling and pinching my hair on the back of my head
From outside I was Voltron
With the iconic face painted upon my mask
The robotic giant's body printed upon the plastic tarp smock I wore
All gotten on sale at Walgreen's the day before
"Trick or Treat, sir"
I chirped to a likely looking man floating by
Dressed in white robes with a shining halo hovering over his head
He looked at me with soft eyes
And only shook his head
So, no treat in my jack o' lantern bucket
I gave him a trick
Drawing my Voltron sword
I gave the cry of the Lion Force of the Universe
And swiped through the floating saint's wispy form
Scattering him slightly
Causing him to rush away from me
Gathering himself together and waggling a finger at me disapprovingly
Before turning once again to make his dignified way along the path
"Stupid Saints"
I muttered to myself
"Never having any candy....."
No time to dwell upon that now though
As I approached my next stop
The grave site of the Ramirez family
Holding six grave markers within it's iron fence arms
Now carpeted in flowers, smooth shiny stones and flickering candles
Little cups of liquor atop each marker
Four living members of the family sat amongst the flotilla of items
One reading a book
Two discussing deep matters
Another eating half of his dead cousin's offering sandwich
(Which was ok, as they shared everything when he was alive as well)
I waved to them after putting away my sword
"Trick or Treat!"
I called out cheerfully
And walked slowly around the outside of the iron fence
Holding out my treat bucket to each of them
The one that was reading the book looked at me thoughtfully
Then carefully removed a page from her book
Folding it once and dropping it into my bucket
"A treat for your mind"
She said with a smile
The two in deep discussion paused when I came to them
Each offering me a pretty stone from among the many that they had near them
"To ensure that you always stay grounded"
They pronounced before dropping them into my bucket with twin "Clunks!"
The boy who was eating offered me a bag of corn chips
The bag's silver coating catching the candle light just so
"May you never be hungry"
He mumbled through a full and chewing mouth
I thanked them very much before going on my way
A little further down the path
Towards the next family grave site
Hoping to avoid the various saints who were hovering around
As they were bummers who never gave anything
Save the occasional advice on living a pious life
This was truly one of the joys of young life
Trick or Treating on All Saints Day of the Dead
Hardly able to see out of the sloppily aligned holes in my mask
While covered in a cheap shroud that crinkled noisily as I moved
Carrying an almost fluorescent orange pumpkin in one hand
From inside it was just an uncomfortable outfit
With plain white plastic mask pressing into my face
The rubber band rolling and pinching my hair on the back of my head
From outside I was Voltron
With the iconic face painted upon my mask
The robotic giant's body printed upon the plastic tarp smock I wore
All gotten on sale at Walgreen's the day before
"Trick or Treat, sir"
I chirped to a likely looking man floating by
Dressed in white robes with a shining halo hovering over his head
He looked at me with soft eyes
And only shook his head
So, no treat in my jack o' lantern bucket
I gave him a trick
Drawing my Voltron sword
I gave the cry of the Lion Force of the Universe
And swiped through the floating saint's wispy form
Scattering him slightly
Causing him to rush away from me
Gathering himself together and waggling a finger at me disapprovingly
Before turning once again to make his dignified way along the path
"Stupid Saints"
I muttered to myself
"Never having any candy....."
No time to dwell upon that now though
As I approached my next stop
The grave site of the Ramirez family
Holding six grave markers within it's iron fence arms
Now carpeted in flowers, smooth shiny stones and flickering candles
Little cups of liquor atop each marker
Four living members of the family sat amongst the flotilla of items
One reading a book
Two discussing deep matters
Another eating half of his dead cousin's offering sandwich
(Which was ok, as they shared everything when he was alive as well)
I waved to them after putting away my sword
"Trick or Treat!"
I called out cheerfully
And walked slowly around the outside of the iron fence
Holding out my treat bucket to each of them
The one that was reading the book looked at me thoughtfully
Then carefully removed a page from her book
Folding it once and dropping it into my bucket
"A treat for your mind"
She said with a smile
The two in deep discussion paused when I came to them
Each offering me a pretty stone from among the many that they had near them
"To ensure that you always stay grounded"
They pronounced before dropping them into my bucket with twin "Clunks!"
The boy who was eating offered me a bag of corn chips
The bag's silver coating catching the candle light just so
"May you never be hungry"
He mumbled through a full and chewing mouth
I thanked them very much before going on my way
A little further down the path
Towards the next family grave site
Hoping to avoid the various saints who were hovering around
As they were bummers who never gave anything
Save the occasional advice on living a pious life
This was truly one of the joys of young life
Trick or Treating on All Saints Day of the Dead
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