Docile Ghost

Written by: Ingibo Benson

The tattered gown lay fixated
She let her steady gaze tail
The people in the electric box
East to west
West to east
Each way they went her eyes 
Were sure to go
From dawn to dust
And dust to dawn
All day long

It has come to stay
And be lord over men
Whose unguarded gaze
Defies intellect.