1440
a tour of the ghetto
dream piece
the crime unknown but been before
the day of all these parts
not
showing
girls kneel in the courtyard
weeding, scrubbing?
the baby is left
cardboard coffined
new style still breathing
skip Stanley knife
there can’t be a prayer
but I come to your window
deshabillé, you are I mean
and
hair to do
we
must swim back
must
climb aboard
a
chamber feast of vanishings
one
wears the hat
believes
an honour
all
the others laugh
this
shawl for your lovely wife
long
gone
and float among
we know these rooms
no one tells what they’ve done
or how accused
hesitate before a door
believing the bathroom
not so bad
none of us
lesson simply
no need to commit to crime
here for a visit far away
walls fall
we’re to witness
the ghosts
of fixed address
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