Quick, grab the torch
and light a larger fire.
let the flames leap, let
them devour all
the shadows in those
tree roots, in those
basement corners,
knocking around those
closet doors.
Now, lead the cattle,
let them leap between the fires
let them low and bow and
worry, charm all
the darkness off
their hairy hides.
Cut the apple,
cut the turnip, let them
keep you well and bright,
let them guides you
home, avoiding,
swiftly,
all those shadowed hands
that wish to claim you.
