drowning in the legacy of fools . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

drowning in the legacy of fools
(grabbing at the straw of
just grabbing at straws)

i’m wondering . . .
if ghosts really do float
and hold water like moats
give out milk like goats
sequester alone
in the dark like oaks
or
are just there in the wind
like smoke