Something Fun I ran into. Credits at the bottom….
On How Ghosts Take the Moral High Ground
A week after hanging himself he’s back,
returned to the house of his fickle lover
shroud-bound, glassy faced, righteous, hovering above her bed
like a see-through falcon, ready to drop on prey.
The noose that did for him is lank as a snake’s shed skin,
his tracing-paper fingers claw the air,
and he moans each time she kisses her new paramour
until they split apart, startled.
In life he was licentious,
but after death he’s immaculate as a saint
scrubbed clean as if the Spiritual Realm
were a rough sponge brandished by a fierce hand.
All his sins are exfoliated now, his new skin
light as bible paper, lucent as rain.
Pity the poor woman beneath him
too guilt-struck to enjoy another’s embrace.
Imagine if each time you kissed a new lover
you were haunted by the one you betrayed.
Imagine if your sin was sent back – fingered,
pale hands holding a candle,
flame a halo around the shaft
so your darkness was broken by their pure white light.
Anna Saunders Ghosting for Beginners
Namaste, The Queen Cronista…