Room 51

April 18, 2011

Sinewy men dressed in colored rags,
wrap’d ‘round the waist like dervishes of sorts,
copper bells at the belt,
break into room 51 at night or
when dawn breaks; mouths wet with wine and foul words
they open wide the door.
One takes it from the legs
one takes it from the arms

and up the body goes in the tumbrel
toppling and settling over the others
in a cloud of horseflies.

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