Summoned, threadbare ghost, 
You spread your tatters 
Over the lintel post, 
Your musk masks 🎭 
The passageway to roost, 
To where the children choose 
Their names & pick their shapes, 
To where the water spills 
Through lips that seek the taste, 
The eternal living hymn. 
& from tongue to tongue, 
You wander, seeking a body 
For your terrible hope; 
Your wounds trailing in the dew; 
Your misty hands tolling the tolls, 
Driving the children from their dream. 
Pull your mask 🎭 closer, 
Wispy memory of loss.
Pull it over your eyeless pain.