The Ghost Song

gently they stir, gently rise
the dead are newborn awakening
w/ ravaged limbs and wet souls
gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement
who called these dead to dance?
was it the young woman? learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?
was it the wilderness children?
or was it the wilderness, children?
was it the Ghost God himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?
i called you up to anoint the earth…
i called you up to sadness falling like burned skin…
i called you to wish you well,
to glory in self like a vein monster, I mean vain.
And now i call on you to pray…


z
(24/2/03)