Some stranger's ghosts have decided
To come around when I'm trying to sleep
And sit on my chest. Their large eyes glare
Reproaching me for sins that aren't mine
(Some of which seem so complicated
It would take many years to commit them
As well as unusual dexterity.) My own ghosts --
The traitors! -- quietly chat with each other
Or dance with their shadows while alien ghosts --
Non-union, I'll be bound -- do their jobs for them.
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