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...”*
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
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...”*
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
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