Poem - On The Red-hot Ghost

on
the red-hot
ghost
above
the nasty
blood
sternly
towards
the long
criminal
the breathing
attempt
comes
calmly
whichever
shines
opposite
the magnificent
limit
doubtfully
those
urges
round
the effect
pretty
door
gathers

each
spirals
fondly

around
the red
justice
something
immolates