Scheherazade85

A prisoner
Refusing to look out

Urged to hammer
That centrepiece
That sole tarnished furniture of steel
And deafen the desolate corners

Crush its contents
Of a life of waste—

Of chores and churning stomachs
Of a mirror and the morning papers
Of fences and flights of stairs
Of clashes and clasped hands.

A prisoner
Pondering on a cigarette’s worth

Urged to indignation
But sticks to the cigarette’s worth.