sanctified, ghoulish, hallowed tide
saints and spectres share the day,
on gilded statuary cobwebs shiver
lofty arches are cold witness to
a threadbare church and ragged peasants
who mask their souls in dowdy-white
each begging alms to feed the living
awaiting ghosts this hallowed tide
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© Graham R Sherwood 11/21
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