The Fleeing Somnambulist - Christian Death, R. Williams

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