in the cupboard

this is another poem i wrote

it's the second door on the left
down a splintered stair case
in through a hole in the wall
knee deep in the grave yard
I found her mouth full of pigeons
carrying your belongings
surrounded by onlookers/spectators/witnesses/close friends/bodyguards/guardians/
scheming to get that rope around her neck
in case she should slip or fall