The town was full of ghosts
that watched and listened. When they were alive
they were paid to trade their time for a living
but since they had died
not much made sense—probably, because nobody in the town
asked themselves, if their existence made sense.
There were restaurants: Mexican, Hamburger, and Pizza
Eating made sense, because it was an enjoyment, and necessary to stay alive.
There were churches and lessons in morality
schools with rules
a gas station where auto mechanics changed the oil (they knew things about the inner workings of a car, that professionals didn’t know)
a grocery store, where customers stood in lines
and the library, where a handful of the same people, sat all day, reading books from the natural light.
Knowledge is passed down from father to son, like changing a tire or replacing the spark plugs
time is kept in that memory, perfectly preserved
or your father might’ve owned bees, and explained the difference between drones, workers, and queens.
Then ambition owns the heart of every man
because he must support a family, and if he doesn’t work
she won’t give him peace
and that’s what men want
but they are caught up with obligations—
(Who society says he needs to be).
If he has time to think, which is rare
he won’t go to war
he might not get married
he won’t go to work
The ghosts can only watch and listen
to the repetition.
They never passed on
because they had unfinished business
what all this means
and the philosopher is in the library
thinking… should I make a family?
Men feel good surrounded by things
Only one or two, want a quiet room
Somebody will give them to you
when you become a ghost.