The Death of Ectoplasm
In my dream this epoch battle rages
between angels and demons. My mom,
is Mother Goose. She barks and barks
at my dad, who is Jack Sprat.
They are fighting over me and my siblings,
whether we should be fed to the Ectoplasm,
or simply turned over to Beezlebub.
The demons race for the high ground,
my parents take up the rear. Angels
reach the peak first and blow the shofar,
preparing for a bloodbath. The demons,
already frightened by the trumpets, see
that the angels are not human-like,
and begin falling like flies.
Michael and Gabriel
execute all the Ectoplasm.
I see Michael staring into my face, longing
to understand the spirit in me. I snap to,
and I'm relieved that my dream
is a vision. The sky is not actually falling,
and I will not
be fed to the Big Bad Wolf.
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