a distinctly ghoulish cry

of a pained dumbwaiter, 

held on high

Pushkin-backed

mournful howls

as I echo thru

a sickly ward

that wears my name: 

flain heroes hung

all the same. 

damned .

doomed .

drams of oily wick

sweat soaked and

fevered with a caffeine drip

fine-toothed powders, taken softly

solemnly

in the study where I died alone

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