We aren’t monsters, we’re just masks
With bite-sized kids inside.
The licorice-black new moon tonight
Has got something to hide.

The lights are off in all the houses
Up and down this street.
The gumdrop has a needle gouge
And isn’t safe to eat.

The monster wears a judge’s robe,
The monster wears a badge,
The monster wears a suit and gathers
Kids into his bag.

We stumble singly up the steps,
We rap on the darkened door
And drop like candy from a hand
Into the opened floor.