halloween poetry

there are three ways in which men take
all those treasures that lie
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
did you ever see an alligator
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
in his guarded tent
i never knew the earth had so much gold
high walls and huge
i saw him once before
did you ever hear of
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
happiness
the poets tell