Running away,
Hiding in squares,
Churches, attics,
Cemetery, trunks,
The crawl spaces
Under the stairs.
Lungs burning,
Electrocuted,
Pressure boiling
Like kettled air,
Forced through
Narrow confines.
The wheezing,
Sharp whistle of
Ghosts escaping
Seeping sucking
Chest wounds.
Gases expelled,
Corpses return,
Of pleural space
to Earth and sky.
Pews, headstones,
Boxes and rooms.
Heart chambers.
But round flesh
Cannot conform
To hard corners,
The rigid edges,
Or square spaces
Of men we love.