Ghostly poetics, cont.

Here's a poem by Rae Armantrout appearing in latest issue of Poetry (USA). (Any copyright issues?)


Djinn

Haunted, they say, believing
the soft, shifty
dunes are made up
of false promises.

Many believe
whatever happens
is the other half
of a conversation.

Many whisper
white lies
to the dead.

"The boys are doing really well."

Some think
nothing is so
until it has been witnessed.

They believe
the bits are iffy;

the forces that bind them,
absolute.