FERGUS McALISTER
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GHOST STORY
I. Transient The man who turned the tables on temptation Turns his face to the sun in summer But takes his leave in the dead of the year, Keeping to places nobody visits, Preferring to walk when the weather Is fine, but also when it isn’t. Alone, footsore and chilled to the bone, The man who turned the tables on temptation Forgets who he is but knows all along How luck, in time, plays out for everyone: At the end of his road he will come To the place where he seems to be going, And knock at the door where nobody’s home. II. Survivor Five of us were hanged and six were shot, And I, a loner all my life and known To none as one who only lost his light, Survived in darkness for the height of hate And tapped the surface of the ice To sound a way around a world of lies.
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Volume 16 • 2021