West Point Ghost

Just today at reveille
The bugle stopped mid-song
And I got out of my bunk bed
And everything felt wrong.

I got into my uniform and
Walked to the canteen.
As dawn broke I met no one
On the path in between.

My military history
Professor was enshrined
In a plaque above the lectern-
“passed in 1999…”

My feelings are transparent
My arms and legs are too
And I don’t see another spirit
To tell my story to.