How do I begin to tell you?

He says
He has a ghost.

An elderly gentlemen
They see in the hall
After dark.

This leads to other stories
Of ghosts
Tied (inevitably) to their institutions

Here and there…
One stands out in particular
Red eyes/trench coat
A familiar demon.

How do I tell you he is
Real
Real as the sorrow of sins
Against children?

Real as the moon over snow
A man could die out there just
From a lack of adequate
Cover

No. I do not like that guy
Never did see his face
But know exactly who you mean

By all the nightmare you
Left behind

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