Ghost in the Land of Skeletons, by Cristopher Kennedy

  I feel that this poem is a more recent one.  Some of the word choice feels more more contemporary to me.  It want to say that the poem is almost a stream of consciousness kind of poem.  He describes how he prefers ghosts to skeletons, and mentions that he is unhappy about mortality.  I get the inkling that there is a bit more to this poem that i'm not picking up on.  I could be wrong.  To me the poem is about how ghosts seem to be better off in that they are the people who were so steadfast that they end up haunting a place, instead of simply turning to bones.  

  I think it is implied that the narrator himself is a ghost because near the end of the poem he says that he likes how ghosts don't know their dead.  Then he says a man sakes him if HE feels like a ghost.  The Narrator replies "sure, every day."  The man laughs and then disappears.  In that bit i guess it can be interpreted that either then Narrator is a ghost who doesn't know it, or the that the man was a ghost poking fun at him.