Originally posted 2/7/2010. Very loosely inspired by a true story.
Sam beat the hell
out of a ghost last night.
His fists grew tangled with cobwebs
and soft blood.
He beat a man
he saw as the vessel
in which resided
his hated father’s soul.
When the body
hit the ground Sam did not stop
but kicked it and broke it
until the bouncers pulled him off.
Then the poor vessel got up
and shoved a knife into Sam
before anyone could stop him.
Sam didn’t die, though —
not right away. It happened
in the ambulance
on the way to Milford
and Sam got a sour laugh
when his dad
was waiting for him
when he made the leap
into that space. He
would have leaped
at him if he’d still
had solid arms,
but instead he just
hovered and snarled
with no material way
to resume the fight
right then.
Fortunately, both Sam
and the guy who killed him
have brothers,
so no worries.
In a day or two Sam Ghost will seize control
of his little brother’s body
and force him to square off with the brother
of the man who killed him.
He will move his brother’s arms
to smash at the face
of his demise and it will be
the face he always sees.
He’ll hear his father speaking
through the other guy’s broken mouth.
Shut up and fight me, his father will say
in the other guy’s voice;
fight like a ghost
in a man’s body,
the way I taught you
to fight.

October 26th, 2014 at 8:51 am
So many lives are wasted fighting ghosts.
October 27th, 2014 at 7:54 am
That was the idea that prompted this one.
October 27th, 2014 at 7:58 am
It certainly felt that way.