dissembly routine

She takes her arm off and puts it in a large bowl.

I was seated beside, helping her disassemble.

I felt her gangrene core, she had asked me to check.

She said, "its okay," as I lowered my eyes in respect.

I had been removing her leg modules.

Passing by the marble archway to the observatory,

I look back at her modules and globules placed about amung the vegetables and other disassembly refuse.

"Goodnight," I said, clicking off the lumens.

I had the key to the obelisk-room in my flask.

I stood at the balcony watching the men on the ground outside.

"The woman inside is asleep."

They look up, sentinel, deep-eyed.