Poveglia Island (poem)

One sanatorium in particular,
given back to time and riveted
to an island at the seaward head
of a canal in an ancient city,
became a Galapagos of spooks
where all manner and species
of good ghosts were left evolving—
coughing blood and lovers’ names
into collapsing hallways.


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