Greenclad.

Insight*

Always the circling mind wants to alight
and feed and find a place to rest the ghost;
but there's no easy carcass, no good boast -
cold desert nights skeletal stars grin bright.

Or perhaps it's drawing lines in water:
resolutions ripple down the froth-fall -
the simple line that absence makes is all.
You can cut it any way you ought-ta.

Rearrange the loungers, stack them all up.
"It's part of life's odd tapestry," they'd say.
"Another 'Cloth of Gold' another day."
Meanwhile you're fishing for a bitter cup.

Sometimes the ghost grows angry with the play:
stock up the drinks*; Old Mole may come to sup.

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*Insight: one line of interpretation relates to 'Hamlet'.
*Old Mole - the devil / the ghost. He may want pints of blood!