Wednesday 21 March 2012

SAUNA GOING

Out of foetid darkness rose their groans
like a draught flown up a cellar stair
a door was opened. A secrecy of sweat
pervaded the air, my nose hung thick with it.
Ah, the flesh! The flesh that pressed against the beams
and benches in a violent creaking, an effort to burst;
bodies tangled and untangling, limbs clawing as after a bomb.

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