POETRY

Ghosts

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your departure will let them in
the phonies and their gilded songs
the teeth of the fish I have
without mercy eaten though
I believe them alive they
will arrive like gregorians like
triumphant buccaneers you may have kept us
at bay they say but now we're here
and you will have to bat
us back out of the park again
again like you used to all the ghosts
winging like homers and running
back around to the hole
you left to come in

Nancy White's first book, Sun, Moon, Salt, won the Washington Prize for Poetry. Her second book, Detour, came out from Tamarack Editions in 2012. Further poems have appeared in The Antioch Review, Black Warrior Review, FIELD, Feminist Studies, Harpur Palate, Ploughshares, Rattle, Seneca Review, Virginia Quarterly Review, and many others. She has taught at St. Ann's School in Brooklyn, Bennington College, and SUNY Adirondack. Her book review column at The Sow's Ear Poetry Review are posted also at her blog, nancywhitepoetry.wordpress.com. Since 2008 she's been involved in the management of the Washington Prize at The Word Works, becoming editor and later president of that organization based in Washington DC. Promoting other writers' work provides a weird vicarious thrill, whether it's as teacher, reviewer, editor, or publisher.

your departure will let them in
the phonies and their gilded songs
the teeth of the fish I have
without mercy eaten though…