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I heard say               that a man
Could not stab himself to death
                So I tried

I found it untrue

John Milton Passage

John Milton Passage is in a state of perfection
Its cream facade stretched in straight lines
So beautifully angled their ninety degrees
Moving as I go by in meaningless fashion

John Milton Passage is so short
There is just enough space for a long cold white hall
Framed by four pillows each as sharp as the law
That four bushes ornate, green tough spheres cut tight

In John Milton Passage its unique empty hall
Moves with the pictures of three giant screens
On the left on the right charts and figures compete
The one in the middle reports child abduction

White John Milton Passage cares little for this crime
It's enough for a street to keep straight in the wind
Between two stiff bushes, against the first sublime
Pillow, wearing brown, a single woman blinks

She smokes. She blinks. The smoke curls in the wind
Soon explodes in a cloud, tenuous like a breath
In John Milton Passage a woman breathes to her death
Her brown coat, her big breast, her old face, all, sagging.