What you may never have seen or heard
That right above where you see that bird
Ghosts from the past come, perch, and watch us.
Yesterday one of them spoke a word:
‘Listen!’ And I shut all else and heard
A few horrified ghost sounds say: ‘Yes!
We know now that once dead we are one.
Boundaries and religions are not fun.
These kids whom we killed are so like us.’
Calling killer souls aside I said:
‘You in pitch dark gain not in seeing red.
What paradise is you know now well,
Stop howling, crying in your black shed
And let the living world rest in bed.
Go to the kids you killed, let them tell
What they really lost and what is dead.’
I’m told they cried as each kid just said:
‘My dream has been killed’ is all I can tell.
17 December 2014