Floor 34 and rising steady. Floor 34.5 we stopped. Stabbed the alarm
Bell, stubbed a finger ; swore at the bell- boy, slowly dropped. Reached
For the trap door, wrenched it open ; retched in your handbag, filled it
Up…Floor 23 and creeping fever. Call for the priest (you called the
Cops). Floor 17 and screams `blue murder!’. You stepped on my wrist and
Smashed my watch. Roared at the bell-boy, ripped his shirt off… Eyes on
His neck : karate chop! Floor minus 5 and strangling metal — throw both my
Legs in the draw marked `socks’. (And the Lord said `rise’….)
