Looking down,
I did not see
The swelling,
Full to bursting
Plaster.
It rained down
Thick and hard
To drench me.

Looking up
I craned to see
‘Gainst grainy night
Stark and roofless
Rafters.
It howled through
Outside in,
Inside out me.
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