Poltergeist Poetry

Finalé

The thing was crying all night
Wailing for its supper
Wailing to be held 
Wailing to be alive again
Comfort is not the domain of the dead 
Peace is not the domain of the living
Twin miseries, it crying, me listening 
Neither able to rest

No wolves in suburbia
Yet the howling persists
High and strained
Soaring over the hustle
A pause
In every household 
Jugs of milk held above cups
Eyes glance up from papers
A wordless message twisting in their guts
Spines compressed
Shawls wrapped ‘round
Something
Is neigh

Autopsy results showed
Indentations on the cranial interior
Sharp force injuries were also present
On the posterior costae
Numbers 4-7
Left and right sides
Organs were...
Shredded
Contusions too numerous
To catalogue, but covering torso
Prior to death, decedent
Complained of screams
Coming from her chest
And pounding in her head