When the Ghost Light Sings, 2011

Rusted coat hangers twist

mid-air, ropes strain through gaps

in the flooring, lighting equipment hulks

and in their shadow-

the rib cage of a tiny bird, a wishbone begs

to be snapped. Antique-lace spider webs hang

above the scent of rotting wood and decay.

On the wall: the ratio of glue to water.

In these spaces- phone numbers, signatures

and dates graffiti inner doors. Effervescent bulbs

leak liquid light into the rising tide of the blue

tarpaulin sea.

Theatre ghosts weave in and out of frame.

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