Our ghosts

These days ghosts do not boast of bodies tapering down to their bottoms.They do not now laugh in lonely tiled mortuaries in the outskirts of the town, where they cut up bodies.

They do not now live in tamarinds in shrieking street-corners where suicide ghosts once lived with their families.

They sleep quietly below our skull-plates till midnight when they come out in moonlight for a ghost-dance.

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