Phantom Pantoum

Unreal fears stalked and hunted the younger me
Severed heads telltale hearts and zombie dolls
Echoed by the rattle of a bush or the scratch of a tree
And then there were witches dwarves and trolls

Severed heads tell tale hearts zombie dolls
These feverish phantoms made just to chill
And then there were witches dwarves and trolls
A child’s ignorance of the truly sick and ill

These phantoms created to chill
No match for realities crueller blows
A child’s ignorance of the truly sick and ill
Lifes unknowable ebbs and flows

No match for realities cruel blows
Echoed by the rattle of a bush or scratch of a tree
Life s unknowable ebbs and flows
Unreal fears haunted the younger me

– Anton Ansford

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