Christian Death
The Fleeing Somnambulist

Ectoplasms roam the welcome edges of carnivorous sleep
There was a man in a huge, white goats head
Sweeing through the German landscapes
They can be made transparent
Exquisite hair flows down and out from the mouth

In a circle at the feet
The boy's body was lodged between two large flower pots
As if tucked safely back into his mother's womb
They can be made transparent