Our society seems to have a fixation recently on the “walking
dead”, vampires, and Armageddon. With all that to worry about, ghosts have
become almost passé.
But, as quickly as our society has been evolving in recent
years, ghosts are all around us. We just haven’t noticed. The “tall grass”
hides their arrivals and departures. And perhaps, as we become more dehumanized
as a society, we find it more difficult to maintain sentiment and attachment
for the people and things that were once important in our lives. They slip away
unnoticed while we focus on the “business” of our days.
Then we wake up in the night and find ghosts all around us. They
are the halos of things once beloved or constant in companionship that faded
from our view.
Is it a better world with so many new ghosts stirring in the
evening air and forgotten in the morning world? I wonder.
Ghosts is
a new poem.
Glenn K. Currie
Ghosts
Tall grass muffled
their departure
So that I hardly knew they were gone.
Sometimes I think I
see them
Running along the
edge of ancient forests.
Their hooves pound
the hollowed earth
That falls away even
as I watch.
The ground shifts,
the planet spins,
And they are
swallowed whole.
Their graves are the
caverns left
By the needs of their
successors.
Their replacements
rage across the land,
Arriving in
spectacle, burning the air,
Eating the tall grass
of their ancestors.
Glenn K. Currie
copyright 2015
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