In a house that no one built
Two ghosts sit:
“I would like to have tea”
Said the one
“I would like to be free”
Said the other
And they kept on sitting like that
Watching the winter trees
Through a broken window
Creak in the wind
Cold cheek to cold cheek
Asking each other strange questions
Moaning about unpoured tea
And the absurdity of their non-existence