If this poem
were that night
it would start
well enough.
Jokes and friends
bars and a club
laughter and music;
a dance
and the offer of a drink-
then the chink
                          of
                              a                           
                                  fizzing            0  o    o    
                                                                               0 0 
                                                                            0  o
                                                        pill.
 

If this poem
were that night
the rest is a blank
                  and
 
                                       frightening

 

odd                                                                              flashes.