They will rely on numbers
on this small room
for two hours
the clothes immediately
have to go
baths will be the centerfold
and long candid talks
explaining nicknames could eat up
a few minutes,
as a beep from the bedside table prompts them that
the room is to be emptied
soon for new people,
new routines, new numbers to keep watch on.
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PoetryOur hearts are brave as fire, minds gentle as earth, dreams are fluid as water, and our souls are as free as the wind. (Poetry and Prose) #2 of the end-live-begin trilogy.
