halloween poem for kid

three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
you are beautiful and faded
brief on a flying night
my mother taught me that every night
a bird sang
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
and still they walked on
splendid and terrible your love
that year
very well, you liberals
let me move slowly through the street
at dawn, he said
when the hours of day are numbered
let a joy keep you