Fox Footprints/Ghouls

by Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth

For works with similar titles, see Ghoul.

Ghouls

All day the long cold fingers of the rainHave pried at the gray tiles above the gravesFinishing the work of years in the drear fields,Where coffins lie uncovered in the lightOf sulfurous mustard blooms. Here by the bankThe greedy water has uncovered bonesShining, blue-white, wet in the biting wind.