THE GHOST AND THE WITCH BOTH ABIDETH
There in the mast of the sailboat
one of the many
slumbering
next to the spit
There by the lowered sail
on the mast
hovering above the deck
was the hooded
the masked
the wizard of danger
the culling of ignorance.
The ghost is without form
but the witch shoots
like it has a thousand diamonds
like a space ship house of mirrors
clicking hither and thither and both
simultaneously
on so many planes she skips
like some white noise putting
people to sleep to graves
to their lessons
to their blessings
to whatever
