the rag

Head in the clouds, the screws on the heel.
The street shaped window, the doors with the gag.
This room  like mountains without a floor -
Bones in the bed, pipes dust blown.

Come  here for the salt, it's wet cotton cloth -
Body in  box, hands on their faces.
Quota on  shelf like white  glass strip.
Dress up in rags! Your hair in ashes!





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