A Dinner Party of Ghosts
Students take note
every corpse is 1.5kg of phosphorus.
A dinner party served on broken china.
Four comb-overs and wigs breeze by.
is a tie, flying like a kite.
Miss Grey learnt to speak in the garden
she especially liked the pick-axe.
The telephone tells me Anne is moving south
to teach languages she has never spoken.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rob McGonigal is a Wellington student and writer, who completed the poetry workshop earlier in the year at Victoria University.