Pickup Poem Day 6

ECTO-1 Lego Set

What greater evil in the city

of bricks than the dead

who refuse to fit

in their little time?

Ungridded they flip aside

the book and its soothing,

wordless directions. 

A ghost is a psychokinetic

toddler, hunger or defiance, 

learning to walk again in every

dimension, snot-trail

and building wreck through

their path. Race to assemble

the hundred tiny walls

into the master design--

we are fast and they are slow.

All you can do with a ghost

is drag them to a box

before they take the shape

of the largest chaos: 2,352

shattered blocks, no purpose

but to savage sockless feet

with all the righteous spite

of the ones who died before

they had a chance to build.