Testimony Regarding a Ghost

THE ROSES slanted crimson sobsOn the night sky hair of the women,And the long light-fingered menSpoke to the dark-haired women,�Nothing lovelier, nothing lovelier.�How could he sit there among us allGuzzling blood into his guts,Goblets, mugs, buckets�Leaning, toppling, laughingWith a slobber on his mouth,A smear of red on his strong raw lips,How could he sit thereAnd only two or three of us see

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