Some sing-singing lightheartedness and wordplay around All Hallowstide.

Some idolatries are merely molecular.

A verse about the crucifixion from a sublunary perspective.

A verse in simple quatrains about the consequences of greed and prodigality.

Something that shook loose, today. A little verse, a lyric about aging, finitude, holding things together as they inevitably fall apart, the ultimate futility of it all, the entropic downdrift of existence, what have you. And here’s a not especially well-sung recitation. It’s as close to how I imagined it as we’re likely to get without someone stepping up to offer superior vocals.