Halloween

Hidden moon. Polyester
bats heavy with rain.
Their strides too human

down Queen, past front walks
bruised by smashed pumpkin
and shadow.  I can just see

our house in the distance
window skeletons glowing,
and a mummy on the porch-

its paper towel wake
like the gift wrap
we peeled in silence

last Christmas-our first alone. 
You're at Sunset Haven
tonight, where tubes breathe

for your father, and a guard
sends trick or treaters away. 
And all the while 

like a stethoscope
our rooms listen
to the mummy's weak knock.

Sean Maj's Questions:

1.  Does polyester fit with the rest of the    poem?

2.  Are there any weak lines/words that need to be changed or removed?

3.  Is the introduction of Christmas problematic?  Do you understand why it was done?  (I might have to add something there.)