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.


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