the Deed was done.
time sludged—trudged.
tik tok.
goes the clock.
one second in the mustard room.
Two.

ears smothered by lights heavy sound
eyes blinded by buzzing endless bright
nose balked by viscous red
mouth puckered by sick appeal of the dead.

Senses, Saturated—
Dirty carpet suffocating
under dust and smatterings
walls glued with words
like flies,
who couldn’t find their way
out the window
and got stuck
and stayed.