The Tower

Shaken in six mill’ sieves,
for identification purposes,
not through the eye of a needle,
each remnant of life, of bone,
of those residents still there,
is trowelled, gathered, bagged,
by kneeling men and women;
detectives in the cooled tower,
still finding those, the remained.

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