At Name’s Cusp

Last night I dreamt
I went to Nemonymity again
At the cusp of Unname and Name:
And when I saw ghosts limp through dark halls’ fame,
I shouted – you ghosts, any ghosts, wild or tame,
You can never be lame!
But I wept to watch them come
As they hefted oaken tables,
Dragged and tagged in groups of one
Towards ill-carved labels.

No comments yet.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s