Within

Seventeen steps

To the flat of the madman

To the experiments

Of body parts and

Caustic chemicals

That don't belong in a flat

Up seventeen steps

Two front windows

And a door

That is generally open

That look out onto

Ordinary Baker Street

That has no idea of what's

Behind two windows

Six feet

Are the strangest eyes

A no-colour colour

An indefinable slant

They are not windows

To the soul - if he has one

Inside his six feet

A small Morocco case

In a torn out hollow

Of the of the sofa

Many days he doesn't

Think of it at all

Others of nothing else

That small Morocco case