Unknown Ghost

I could see the old woman's figure, not quite straight, comedic silver eels of white,writhing in her hair by her side, an aluminium pot, plastic-wrapped, an errand perhaps or totem for a friend? a glimpse of her gentle jaw and deep-tanned face, belied her peasant strength, her country grace, I opened up, and quickly sped ahead, and when I reached her funeral pyre, I realized she was dead