May 2014
at Graveyard 659
the ghosts are floating in a meeting
“Someone ought to put up a
wall round our graveyard,”
opines one wise bearded ghost
“And why?” asks the Chair
“Why?” screams the reply
*“Can’t you see what's up
with those mortals? -
there's such huge demand
everyone’s just dying to get in...”
the ghosts are floating in a meeting
“Someone ought to put up a
wall round our graveyard,”
opines one wise bearded ghost
“And why?” asks the Chair
“Why?” screams the reply
*“Can’t you see what's up
with those mortals? -
there's such huge demand
everyone’s just dying to get in...”
another poem in my series on ghosts, ghouls...this poem is particularly in the tradition of dark humour...or you could say, it's a kind of Zen moment, producing a flash of insight, a satori
