Ghosts
Bright
happy and cheerful
Dressed
in silk dresses and stilettos
Tripping
through town
Parties
galore
Painting
faces teeth and lips
Turn
the lights out and see me glow
Licking
paint brushes thin
For
it is fine work
It
is fine work we do
That
is growing lumps
Down
the road the generator spins
Lighting
my house, heating my bed
Employing
many of us
To
care for its needs
And
watch it surge when the lights come on
The
lights in the hospital many of us went to
In
the crematorium chapel
That
we prayed at
For
a higher force to stop this stupidity
A
stupidity that we were letting kill us
We
were letting kill us
The
Radium girls and the rest
(C)
Copyright 1999
EWAN ELLIOTT
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