Open your door to ghosts and goblins and ....

Trigger Tree


Shhh. Ween must be quiet, so very quiet.
Listen. Stay very still and listen,
must not attract attention, their attention. Quiet.
Ween must remain so very, very quiet. Shhh.

It’s beginning, beginning to happen, happen again,
happening again, arising. The Ween.
The Ween is again rising.
Arising from the depths, from a place once his own.
The quietness of the deep, his home.

This Ween, this, this thing, what can he be? What?
This, this thing. This Ween, the Ween, alive.
But not life as people know. The Ween, once, so long past.
Once there were many. Many Weens, happy Weens,
but people, people came, invaded with houses.
And the Weens, they died. No reason, just died.
Leaving only one Ween, hallowed, this hallowed Ween.

The hallowed Ween arises, muttering, remembering,
repeating, that noise from people, their noise, this noise.
“Trigger Tree.” These words he remembers, their words.
Why? Why Ween has to go, must go, to leave his home.
And where, where he must go, 'Trigger Tree’.

For close, not far, near where he is now,
right over there is a house, houses, houses with people,
many people. People, the cause of death, death to Weens.
His enemy, people, but, but people hold The Cure.
The cure for death, death to Weens, but fear, fear is present.
For the Ween knows, the hallowed Ween knows.
Ween must approach, 'Trigger Tree', to receive The Cure,
the sweetness of life, Cure, enough cure to last,
to last another year. The Cure. 'Trigger Tree, Trigger Tree' .

As Ween repeats, repeats faster, Ween remembers.
Ween regrets, if, if only Ween knew before, before all the Weens--
the peaceful Weens, quiet Weens, all Weens, died, but him,
died, leaving him alone, so all alone, to, to what? And why?
Why must these people, 'Trigger Tree, Trigger Tree, Trigger Tree.'

But again, again the hallowed Ween must make the journey,
to the house, to the houses, the many houses, house after house.
As this time last year, the year before, the previous year, the year before that,
the Ween, the Ween approaches, carefully approaches the first house.

“Trigger Tree," Ween hears it. The house is surrounded by running,
running and loudness, noises, “Trigger Tree, Trigger Tree!”
People, some large, some small, all yelling, “Trigger Treeeeee…”
Costumed like ghosts, goblins, ghouls, monsters, vampires,
some Ween sized, some appearing to be a Ween, not unlike a Ween.

Noises, loudness, “Trigger Tree” screamed in many voices.
The hallowed Ween hears again, “Trigger Tree - Trigger Tree!”
Loud, afraid. Afraid, yet determined, he, he must,
must go to the house, but, but the first is always the worst.

Afraid, Ween moves, he mutters, “Trigger Tree!”
People, loud, running, Ween says again louder, "Trigger Tree!”
Ween moves among, amidst, amongst, with the people.

Closer, moving closer, closer to the house. Noises, loudness, afraid.
The house opens, louder, so loud, in voices, in unison they scream,
Ween screams, together, together they all scream,
“Trigger Tree, Trigger Tree, Trigger Tree!”

The Cure! The cure is issued, the cure for death, the sweetness of life, his.
Ween is saved, for in his grasp, the cure, Ween has the cure, he is now the

HAPPY HALLOWED WEEN … "TRIGGER TREE”