GHOSTS HAVE STARTED DANCING NAKED

(The ghost story was in the news at the beginning  of this gulf war and that's the time this poem was written)

Yesterday another book on the Holocaust

perhaps I over identify.

Synchronicity last night

walking by a TV set

a doctor explained, over images of Aushchwitz,

we are all becoming numb like the prisoners

because we are bombarded with tragedy

we can do nothing about.

The other night in one dream

a loudspeaker announced all the women

have been removed from the planet.

Then later, in a vision

women in bright colors

leaning out of train windows

all looking back at me.

So why am I left?  Ain't I a woman?

Ghosts have started dancing naked

in front of cars in Bagdad

sending drivers into panic.

My muse has apparently consulted

the ghosts of Freud and Jung

and disguises everything.

Last night I slept in the crossbow

of trains again.  Something crawled

on my leg.  I brushed it away

without waking completely.

I'd like to dissappear in a fugue

but there's no one left

to pay the rent but me.