A Halloween Poem Chiefly Concerning Matters Fearful, Frightening, and Scary

I haven’t been that afraid,
since the last time I was scared,
which might have been the other day,
or was it when?
Maybe it was Sunday morning,
the day the preacher preached against sin,
he was frightening me,
about golden cows,
unchecked idolatry,
he petrified me,
but me is he,
and he is me,
so no wonder we’re scared.

–Richard Bryant