This poem is part of the SPOONFEED takeover of New Writing, curated by Kat Payne Ware and Sean Wai Keung. You can read the issue in full at spoonfeedmag.com/spoonfeed-x-new-writing   The dead ate their ghost steaks at the trestle, elbows threshing, serrated ghost knives asqueal on the china. Boy were they hungry. Their bowels whimpered […]