The withered crone sat on her stone
Of riven granite grey
And through her crystal ball did see
The thrall of a humanity
All Saints and Sinners too
Just like me and you
Whose moans and groans belie
Perfection promised; yet to come
When all may be said and done
On judgement day.
Us all went to Halloween Fair
But when we arrived nobody was there
To care for Us – poor souls –
The hearts and minds of which wander
Through a darkness of discontent
That causes us to lament the years gone by
In which we could have tried
To reach perfection like All Saints
And Sinners too.
Roberto Cavaleiro, Tomar, October 31, 2023
