Continuing our posting of members’ poems, here are some more for you to enjoy…
If you have a speaker, copper wire, a handful of transistors
and the bones from a dead man’s ears
you can make a kind of radio.
Take it to the graveyard, up and down the dial-
-mostly static, but if you listen close
you can hear the whispers of those gone.
Do not cry
or make any sound at all:
if you can hear the ghosts, they can hear you too.
Your living voice will draw them like a flame-
they will follow you home to hear you talk