Some ghosts enjoy an entourage
of ectoplasmic bodyguards
who, while they don’t of course
guard bodies, do enjoy the high
regard they get from other souls
who troll this solar system solo.
Snob-allure may stick, post-death –
glamour and mystique adhere.
So status clearly often matters
in the Great Beyond, at least until
the ghost responds to an intensifying
understanding that it doesn’t.
Then the ghost, with entourage,
or sans, will disappear: not because
it was important, but because –
oh, thankfully! – it wasn’t.