The haunted Irish

Bow your head

and  let me tie your wrists.

Close your eyes,

Pretend you are a wounded angel

So that I can take you to the earth

beneath earth.

To  Baltimore beneath Baltimore

where  weeds sprout in people’s shoes.

Let’s  live on a dime’s reflection

let's play with the gloomy gloom of skeletons.


image: Fred Einaudi