Just as it teems with beauty and seeds
Its only connection to life
is chopped, snipped, slashed
intentionally, deliberately.
No one pauses when the pumpkin shrieks
"My name is not Jack!"
Its head is sawed open
Its Insides scraped clean
Slowly, painfully
a face is carved in its beautiful side.
With its new mouth it bellows
"My name is not Jack!"
It watches as people draw back in horror
as they gaze at its hideous face
For its external personality
matches not with its internal.
As its heart burns he whimpers
"my name is not Jack..."






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