13/10/2023
Today is Friday the 13th in October. I think today is the day that I share this year's Halloween poem:
Nobody
by Nate Bronson
I wandered in an unknown town
In unfamiliar places,
Afraid to find a fettered frown
Upon the people's faces.
But faces frowned all up and down
The cobbled curbs and gutters,
A friendly face to dim and drown
As people shut their shutters.
Few remained to go about
And so to them I spoke,
But speaking might have been a shout
To these fainthearted folk.
I asked the pius preacher,
"What makes the black dogs bay?"
He said, "Nobody makes them."
And hurried on his way.
I asked one why the "Redwood Grove"
Was filled with aspens only,
They softly said, "Nobody knows,"
And left me lost and lonely.
I asked another passing by
The reason for the error,
They said, "That's where nobody died,"
And looked around in terror;
For someone in the shadows hid
Just beyond the trees.
They told me that nobody did
And parted with the breeze.
I looked between the trees of white
Where lonely branches thinned,
Limbs were moving in the night
And moving without wind.
I tell you now a simple thing,
And to it's truth I swear:
As several ravens took to wing
Nobody was there.
Nobody saw as I passed by
And watched with wanton lust.
Nobody lunged at last, and I
Escaped, but only just.
I left the little lonely place
with lonely little folk
Now, instead to hide my face
Inside a woolen cloak.
If someone travels to the town
Nobody might they find…
And suddenly their trip may end,
To leave Nobody behind.
If you should care to venture there
Stay far away from trees.
For you may feel a fellow stare
Because Nobody sees.
Now I will never be the same
And I have Nobody to blame.
