Poem: How Ghosts are Made (from The Silo, Dec. 30, 2012)

I got my foot caught

in a train track or

it didn’t matter

what. I left my shoe

behind easy enough,

but I looked back

like my whole self  

was still unable

to move.

Then the train came

or the other killing

thing and you think

I’d be glad but I

thought, ‘There

goes the ghost.’
Even though

I was moving, I
didn't move on.