1181
27.iii.23
4.86
do
you think that we are the only ghosts here?
(cross-written)
a
quodlibet
for ghostwriting
there is that rat I despatched with the shovel
thinking more humane
‘entrapment’, they will say
‘that cheese trap’
phantom KC strut
there are the old old ghosts
of where we are
each day paler
almost air
not just the gums
but all that grew
appliance died
a cupboard creaks
a crowd of mosquitoes
some in my blood
voices less and less
and our diseases
somehow survive
foxes wolves chicken ghosts
there’s a world before this was
whatever you say
it will have been
canons hymns choruses
the flies
and spiders of the wrong shade
went under the boot
poison gas victims
fist come down
those whom I never knew
but have eaten
whom others have eaten too
what of their souls (?), Augustine asked
and where can they be now?
some will say they haven’t
and it cannot be so
but there’s always the ghost of a chance
dead
but so many of the gone are lost
out like a tide all are
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