Them There Out There in Here Right Now.(Poem)

 
THEM THERE OUT THERE IN HERE RIGHT NOW 
 
   There's a tickle in your nostrils like the taming of the milk, 
   There's a swish across your fingers like the whimpering of silk, 
   Like the flutters of a death's head, like the squitters of a mouse; 
   You can feel them in the lobby, you can feel them in the house, 
   There's a flickering of faces, there's a bristling of hair, 
   At the elbow of a passage, at the winding of a stair, 
   Till you feel them everywhere 
   In the air 
   Yes, you feel them everywhere. 
 
   Pitter-patter like the creeping of the waves across the stones, 
   You can trace the gothic filigree of tiny little bones, 
   Trace their frettings with your fingers on the velvet of the dark; 
   Trace their restless ...