Above the door,
a neon light
is dancing in its fetters:

red, electric jitterbug
that tricks
the sluggish darkness.

In the 'viewing room',
a torpid figure
shrugs off atrophy,

is suddenly,
appallingly alive.
The shadows flinch

at jarring English:
ragged rock amid
a watercourse of whispers.

'You!' she cries,
with finger pointing,
waxen arm outstretched.

Istanbul, 1960