All Saints’ Day

All Saints’ Day
I.
The number elevens on the necks
of hungry children. Tendons pushing
flesh at the base of the head. They record
the odds. One to one. A fifty-fifty
chance of making it out alive.
And in what way? With no winnings.
That was 1973, the same year
poor kids and men burned a black horse
alive on Halloween night, leading her to [...]







