Room 177

October 30, 2016

Quite alarming, says the detective.
Heaps of symbolic objects
like rubbish sorted by scavengers
mounds of black bishops & queens
of huge dice and capitals and horns
tin cups, swords with no edge, staves,
a clearing where the dishlarge coins were;
black sacks of foul smelling clubs
hairy as flies, ropy hearts, shineless
diamonds, spades scattered
on the ridden sand, where the sun beats;
and towards the sea a pile
of huge menorah, like wavebreakers.
There the girl, the explorer,
walks by: looks like the beach of our prime,
yet if you were here you’d be
your body retrieved by fishermen.
You’d be that, in the damp dawn.

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