In Poe's fevered footsteps
We stopped dead. I pointed.

'It's the one on the end of the row.
The parents of someone I knew once
Began their honeymoon there forty years ago.'

'That's a tenuous connection,' she said,
As if I was lying.

You can still see the pump outside.
The beam in the room, not cased now,
But the iron hook has gone.

Waking late they found the landlady
Hanging in the kitchen below their bedroom.

'How terrible,' she said.
'Whatever did they do?'

'Took a room on Fifth Street,' I said.

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