we trap their spirits
in books, records,
Cd's and videos,
and replay their moments
over and over,
in a hypnotic
trance like effect
that calls them forth
to haunt us
as we peruse
what they left behind.
They cannot rest
as long as we worship
what they were,
the longing to
return is strong,
when we tease them from
the mouldering dust
of their bones,
so they linger
in our minds
whispering what
they once held dear
in our goose pimpled ears
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