the minutes

sometimes she heard words in the minutes
in the stiffening before things snapped
and though she was an eloquent woman
no one believed a word she said in her
room in the quiet, the complicit verbatim
her once poetry once onto magnetic tape once
goose-stepping reel to reel over radio empty rooms her
standing in the empty centre of  no one believed

a word she said

 

 

 

 

 

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