by Ann Neilson

Let us romp with the ghouls in gleeful delight,
wander among the tombstones,
galavant with the ghouls who beckon and inquire,
“Won’t you stay awhile?” 
Let us go there, you and I,
where nailess fingers grope for our souls,
where fallen markers forget their deceased–
for we soon will join them, you must know.

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