Racing Through Halloween Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

I swerve around two green opalescent eyes
standing still above two long sticks.
The eyeballs stare into two mechanical eyes
levered on high beam.

Both sets of eyes transfixed
hover above the middle of the road.
It's always like that,
we have to make choices and riding the fence

right now is not an option.
I swerve some more and miss the beast
by barely half a horn's length and for
a split second it looked like an aureole

but that creature was no saint.
It was rather more of a devil
on account of the huge horns
past which I can't avoid the swarm

of flitting moths that splatters
against my windshield.
I wonder what crossed their mind
at the moment of impact

but most of all whether their guardian angels
died with them and whether
their winged lives will be written up
in the Akashic Bucks Records of Halloween.