Taut line of thin Manila,
Rope creaking
On dusty rafters swinging.
In your shame.
Forty years of dead weight,
Then like a pendulum still.
Three days before we knew.
Turntable stylus on vinyl dry
Nina Simone
Oblivious to your indignity,
A patch of urine dry
When muscles collapsed
No control,
The noose nudging breath
From a tired body,
Early Summer Rain.