Poem #2,847 | He was found hanging

& he was found hanging
in a barn by a farm hand
& two infants died in her
wire arms [& other ghost
stories recounted] – Our
narratives fail to include
death’s guest pretence –
we’ll avoid auld bodachs
& their hints at finitude’s
sure grip – My own tales
of spectres are with less
half-seen thin figures – I
was tailed by an unseen
presence from a terrace
house – another time my
fear would not let me eye
a dark corridor – no more
than that – Death my less-
worryin’ future trend – all
fear is of life just before it
ends – that leaden decline