GHOST
'Touch not what you cannot see' -
those were the disembodied words
everyone was muttering. They swear
they'd seen a ghost, to a man, all of them.
The dead? The lost? The wandering soul
now looking for a home? No one could
say nor be sure what they saw. A few
sat down, shaking, talking back to themselves.
I swore, at that moment, I was as crazy as them.
-
'What I cannot see I will not put behind me,
nor - since it is unseen - can I put it before
me, or talk to you of it, or, for that matter, care.'
Those were my own words, and I spoke them
carefully, with aplomb; knowing I had a lot of
convincing to do, I blew out the candle on the
tabletop nearby, and said 'let's get out of here, now.'
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