At the tower
One day before
The condemned asked for the block to delivered
The jailer brought it to her cell
Put her head down on it
The forbidden humm of it
Salty lines of old small pools
from older offenders
Unseen consequences
or ignored
As she slid her fingertips
Along the dull cold surface
Imagining the next morning
The homage to the king
The beveled edge dropping
Divine separation
Sleeping there over the block
sweetly side on toward the door
In case of sudden visitors
The only fright would be the axe
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