We can
we hope
were we
the mortgagor,
or the mortgagee?
the lessor
the lessee?
Knocking
knocking
on the door
the window
then spread eagle
on the floor
the carpet fibres
worn
forcing their way
into his nose
while torchlight
blinds
schackles bind
what their god
with infinite wonder
for centuries
jealously
persistently
unrelentingly
despite all prayers
ignored.
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