power to heal

This is a continuation of my current experiment, rewriting Anne Rice’s The Witching Hour as poetry. This poem is from Page 4 of the Knopf First Edition hardback.

We collect ghost stories, true ones from
the sad, the drowned, the
victims of convention.

We are festering with secrets and psychic powers,
bare hands and the
power to heal.

Tell me about your ghost, tempted when he
touches things to come back,
intrigued to have
seen the future.

“Near Death Experience” is a curious motto,
images inscribed with the
name of a life full of immediate heat, light.

Strangely affecting, you see.

You see.