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[Mostly Holy]

"Ghosts of the Past, or Whatever"

Mirages of life I glimpse as a ghost
float thru this sun-stunned square, where people come
to chase the perfect selfie for a post;
I wait impatient till the rest are done.
They say he ruled with fire. I tap my screen,
and the statue looms grimly thereupon.

The tour guide drones about the tyrant's reign,
But I half listen, my eye on the sun,
Setting filters while some good light remains.
I pose just right, my hair immaculate,
And, before my battery can fully drain,
I smile nice and wide, and hope it will be great.

I frame the shot, his shadow on my dress;
History hums, but I like now the best.