A guy who doesn’t, I should write didn’t,
believe in the disembodied
explored an old abandoned house
the air chills, he senses evil
hears manical laughter
the door through which
he entered the house
slams shut with a thud
he cannot suppress his fears
tries to get the hell out of the house
he cannot open the shut door
struggles to open it
with all his strength
afraid he’s going to die
in that house and become
part of that evil
mercifully, he eventually
gets the door open
scrambles out of the house
leaps into the safety of his car
which does not start
zombie like ghosts begin
to approach his car
as his car grinds and whines
and still will not start
as if the spirits have control
over the engine of his car
until it finally starts
and he races far away
from the house never to return
and a believer in the disembodied.
Bob Boyd