The bodies are swinging from the top in this obscenely large room.
How there are so many of them is literally beyond me:
It's like they had a secret rendezvous for this hanging party.

Nooses appear to have been readily hanging above all the desks;
Save for mine, of course, I was not invited.

I watch men appear and stuff the bodies into these obscenely large bags;
I'm wondering, at my desk, how they found bags big enough.
Like paper cranes or lanterns, they are being taken down one by one.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm simply an empty desk, suspiciously without a body hanging above it.

The nooses are taken down with the bodies, because there's really no use to keep them hanging there.

At least, that is what it appears to be. I would be able to put them to great use.