The hard orange exterior is
Overly sliced, as
Hands reach in,
Excreting the seed-filled guts.
The swift blade of the knife
Pierces the gourd-like squash once more,
Resurrecting life to the object
Once dead.
Two triangle shaped eyes, with
An eerie, shudder-some grin are carved on.
Life ingresses as a candle is lit inside,
Giving persona to
The dull stolid pumpkin on Halloween night.
