tales lie in storeys

mine's number ten

concrete and steel

make this tiny den

fresh air's aplenty

noise from the lift

my cell  ten years

I won't ever shift

far horizon dizzy

balcony's for birds

walls to speak to

echoing my words

the drop reassures

if you're depressed

open the window

drunk first is best

glimpsed one hurtle

free w...

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Thirty-nine bodies

                lay on the ground

                in the summer sun

As I watched

                workers carried two more away

Around me

                life continued as usual

                a hum of activity

                oblivious

Thirty-nine bodies

                on that square of concrete

                that summer afternoon

As ...

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