Baron Samedi

I watch as specters midst the moonlight pale
Howl with the wind that haunts the graveyard drear —
A spirited choir which serves to grandly hail
The Baron Samedi as he draws near.
The infamous loa ruling o’er the dead
Comes dressed in his tail coat of darksome shades;
A top hat covers his skull-painted head,
And where he breathes, tobacco smoke pervades.
Obscene remarks outpour from his crude lips
As he digs graves for those whose dooms have come;
The offered rum, the Baron blithely sips
While whisking spirits off the corpses numb.
My soul now, from its mortal vessel free,
Leaves, with his blessings, for Eternity.

[Ngo Binh Anh Khoa is an English teacher currently living and working in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. He enjoys reading and writing poetry in his free time, and his poems have previously appeared in venues such as Scifaikuest, Heroic Fantasy Quarterly, Eternal Haunted Summer, Star*Line, Eye to the Telescope, Songs of Eretz Poetry Review and elsewhere.]