Attendant mills
Track barrack foundations
Butchers hill
Bones from the infant mystery
Isolation
And heavier irons
Strict silence enforced
Solitary cells
Or the stone wall
Cellar door
Beneath the floor
All light extinguished
Simply absorbed
Carve the shutters
Fastened by chains to the wall
Solitary cells
Now store rooms
Hopelessness
Hang herself
Gave birth to a child
Baptized later
Dead within a few days
Now might he find peace
Hanged after being blinded
Seventy-seven n seven
Jerusalemn speed
Committed lunatic
Asylum your successor
House throughout
Full of bugs
As we now know take shape
Through the foundations
