a twirling naked bulb glowed scarlet
casting images of flame
in creviced corners
a hidden player
drawled laments of a clarinet
his labelled baggage
stood at snappish attention,
to the left of an open door:
a portent
of imminent departure
the only anomaly
in the man-made scene of inferno
was a crisp white page
with jagged edges,
and written in fancy capitals,
HELL HATH NO FURY
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