As I walked through the room
towards the door out, wondering
how she could monitor so calmly
the bodies which lay pale, one next to the other.
White skin, white hair, a few tufts startle in their starkness,
some small teeth on the gum above the others.
Watching closely the no breath, the still still.
Suddenly, a chest rises. Next, a large man
has appeared, with dark hair and a pony tail.
He opens his eyes, briefly, they drift shut.
Is this how then, they come to die.
Lying in wait, going?