Rationality

I am a rational man.

Ghosts and ghouls are for fools.

But, at boarding school

Was it pipes at night

Which slowly cooled

And housemasters whose shoes squeaked

And made floors creak?

Or ghastly ghouls?

 

Sometimes at night I delight

In tales of vampires.

But, when I retire

I feel the creeping chill

Of imagined hands.

And no man can command

What may come in dreams.