ALL SOUL'S EVE Dorothy Rath | | Bar your doors! The wolf wind shakes the treetops in dagger teeth and the leaves like panicked birds stream blindly down the air. The unquiet dead whisper of unforgotten grievances and shift cold restless bones in their mouldy shrouds. The scudding clouds have grazed the corpse of moon in headlong flight. O you, who see in shadows the accusing eyes of conscience, bar your doors! November 28, 1961 Printed in Other Voices Do not copy any or all Without permission. |