Where do I sit if there isn’t a seat?

Where do I sit if there isn’t a seat,
Your lap of ice with a moth-like sheet?
It  powders me with a fine silver dust;
Shift along, I can make do for now
this space is enough for a finite end.
Absurdly distant you make waves
over me, while arguing for God.
Casually restrained and precise,
Articulate even, but not nice,
a Net Present Value with a discount
for evil is no argument for death.
Once we sat in the sun, a train
Came and soon you waged war.
I remember we talked, Darlington
Ninety seven, your wings’ silvery
mark is on me and millions more.


Dec 13th, 14th and 24th 2010