To be a ghost
       is to unwind
              into light – no

to be unwound
       or – anyhow
              you’re run up

against this,
       the rotating O –
              of course, that is

how it ended
       but such a thin
              ribbon of frames,

dubbed or
       what? Lack of a
              footfall tells you

you’re dead –
       can’t shake that
              out of your ears –

yet you stalk,
       stalk and mutter.
              To haunt is to be

bound – not
       to the living
              in their obscurity

but a machine
       all wheels for
              ticking you away

on the blank-
       faced and o-so-
              easy-virtue screen –

no chance
       you’d trust them
              if you could help it.