Trick or Treat

The ghost is a torn sheet,
the skeleton’s suit was bought in the dime store,
the witch is flameproof, but who knows
what dark streets they have taken here?
Brother Death, here is a candy bar.
For the lady wearing the hat from Salem: gum.
And a penny for each eye, Lost Soul.
They fade away with their heavy sacks.
Thanks! I yell just in time,
Thanks for another year!