How To Become A Shadow by John G Hall
A shadow of
a shadow of
a memory i
have forgotten
have never seen
have always cast
i have
become
some ones
remembers
become thin
vague history
senseless
a legendary
tale of nobody
told by fire sides
a Chinese
whispered
name slip
knot untied
my matter
left loose
rationed
let down
the list
time machined
into purest ghost
my lost threaded
skin flag blowing
in the wind
my whiteness
rendered
moving
towards
the light
my pen a
cameraman
at Nagasaki
snapping butterfly ghosts
on fire in a mother's eyes
all around me pools
of human snapshots
in doorways
in food banks
engulfed in apathy
indifference bomb
damage on every
face asked to smile
in a positive light as inside
their hearts ghost dance
to the beeps of cash machine's.