The story fell on my ears like the woman through the casement;
To the basement
Of the world
Down the well
To hell;
At shutter speed
And the window;
Was there a long narrow box in which flowers and other plants grew on the outside sill which attempted to obstruct the fall?
Had the pane been cleaned recently?
Of French design surely
Or Dorma or sash?
No window tax or it would have been sealed like a tomb;
The room
Instead
It was open to the air
And she was there
To fall
To move downwards rapidly and freely without control
A sudden and uncontrollable event.
