Some of us believe decency a is cruel hoax
It's a ghost.
a woman wearing a frilly dress
in a room of tinsel stars
and the leash of immortality
a big hush with searing looks
and knee knocking
that speaks,
across rooms and boulevards
in another language
between myth and truth
the myth of principals  
and the truth of primacy
still blood flecked from the last incarnation
and a twisted smile that dazzles
like nothing you've ever seen before.