FALLEN HORSE:

Mr Guttural emerges from his hotel room,
“Mornin’”,
The muscle twins exit the lift,
In tattoos & polka-dot bows,
Wrong floor,
The waitress tells me all the names of all the things on offer,
Like she’s retelling the legend of the making of a nation,
But she’s never heard of Darjeeling,
Smiling sweet,
Asks my name & number,
The last name I’ll every use,
The first name I was given

(K)