The Task

I have a grisly task to do

The feelings pull so fresh

I need to use my knife so sharp

To pierce and carve some flesh

Inner-demons shake my hand

Encouraging this play

Sinners do as they command

There is no other way

I’ll grab hold firm and stab so deep

With pointed, precise cuts

I’ll slice until the flesh gives way

Then scoop out all the guts

My knife is not a phallic thing

(A knife is just a knife)

My hand and will are what it needs

to make it come to life

My task is grisly and so grim

You might think it a crime

But there’s no need for the police

It’s PUMPKIN CARVING TIME