poem: Ghosts!
Ghosts! Oh! A kitten Burned to a crisp. And here I’d thought I’d seen the last will-o-the-wisps. O! A miscarriage to add to the list And we’d been daft enough To think we’d finished it! Work to be done But oh it is fun Like the fireworks of the holocaust On stark-white visages, sleepless and lost We... Sign in to see full entry.