Do the spirits of the night
really come with gap toothed
smiles, party dresses and 4x4s?
Are they seduced from their trickery
by a Jaffa cake, mauled
by the prints of past spirits
more strictly held to their bedtime?
Do they surround themselves
with embarrassed grinning mummies?
We laugh in the face of death,
determined to outstare cruel indifference
with a dismissive chuckle.