Phantasm

You rose from bones with a swish of your tail,
high withered, skeletal skull snapping,
and approached as if on strings.

You shouldn’t have worn a horn.
You shouldn’t have had wings.
You shouldn’t have stood beneath
the lych gate with no master to be seen.

And I shouldn’t have got on and flown off laughing.

St Mary's Church

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