Dave Lordan - To a ghost

</>Why should you,
who had no shield, stand guard for me?

How would you cleanse,
when you never got a leg up from the muck?

What kind of guide would you make,
who stumbled one-eyed in the half-light all her life?

And why should you forgive,
who never had a decent shot at sin?

It's too stupid even to talk to you.
You do not listen. You are not there.

Not a look out perching on my shoulder.
No becalming whispers in my sleepless midnight ear.

Your only haunting is a question
that permeates the air

though I can find no answer
and you will never tell.

For what, ghost, do you come here?
For what, my angel, did you live?

Dave Lordan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-ghost/