Ghost Rock, Black Dragon, God

Things that don't exist except
As names for things that do
Have demonyms as well

For the inhabitants of such things.
There are the black flies at Ghost,
Tiny, determined, parasitized themselves

To no end, biting your ears and eyes,
Known to some as the Hangarians;
The heavy coughing attacks at Dragon,

Known as the Converserials;
The unmentionables who swarm
The outer precincts of divinity

Known as the Impardomites.
None of these words or phrases
Are simple enough to get the job done,

Common enough to belong to everyone.
Someone with a chip of something-not-a-thing
On the shoulder, maybe just a bit off

The old block, maybe just a pick cold
Shoulder padded with care to turn
And shrug so effortlessly away

The coarse girl and her décolleté could capture
That essential residential pun
Of the we are, there be, the not, the undone.