THE GHOST

THE GHOST 

 ~

 If you ever saw a ghost, 

Shiver in his sheets, 

A beat up, bruised defeat, 

With bloodied bleeding feet, 

In living fields, 

Tangled up in time, 

Stealing barks from the mouths of dogs, 

And smiles from faces passing by, 

You cross to him slow, 

Ships cross oceans quicker, 

Your short gait, not straight, 

But he'll wait, Like bait caught in teeth, 

Or teeth caught by bait, 

He'll wait. 

So if you ever reach a ghost, 

shivering in his sheets, 

Beat up in the street, 

With bloodied bleeding teeth, 

Your words will not get far, 

Fleeing with your breath, 

Breathing like a man, 

With a bag over his head.

Michael