Monologue of a Ghost

Oh, do not sing the words of plight –

Do not bemoan me in my flight –

And do not hold your spite for long,

You, whom I’ve left in shades of wrong.

The things that shine are full of spells,

And many things come out of wells.

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I lingered on the mountain crest

To watch the carcass laid to rest;

From there, I saw my friends and kin

Pray over flesh and buried sin.

And in that space of empty pew,

Someone shed tears that no one knew.

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I heard the solemn sound of bells

Fade over fields of cockleshells;

And then the astral tide came in…

My soul was turned without within.

I’ve been embraced in warmth and light

That reigns forever o’er the night.

r. nuñez, 1967