Poet – Diwakar Methil ⚜️⚜️
ME A GHOST?
I missed my boat and I gnash my teeth
I looked around and see ghosts
Flitting through, embezzling empty bodies
Of zombies and men like me,
Becoming as whole as can be.
Isn’t it true that a soul needs a body?
Although a body needs no soul, dead or alive.
One of the myriads of conundrums of life.
Some say you can sell your soul to the devil
And get drunk or be lecherous on the proceeds.
How can I do good on the proceeds of evil?