Dyalises 6

When it felt as though Red's old contacts had opened the escape hatch and all the furries had run free

without me

Then the stairway reversed into a conveyor belt for pre-mummified guinea pigs

Beleaguered refugees trudged in from downstairs. Siblings in sickness commandeering your beds

the way cuckoos do

The way Germans took houses from Jews

They, homeless ghosts of the hospital with their files as gospels preached by the apparently hospitable (were banter a barometer) in a relationship where blind faith and integrity dynamics mirror the church          

 

 

The order of governance making it palatable to understand the hierarchy of gangs from the Reich to Robin Hoods band in woodlands

For every Hitler there is resistance that is even if miniscule, significant.

From big Si to little Grey

Making our own beds