The Bed

Large enough for two Big enough to unfold within Spread out like a starfish Stiffened by the shore A sign, a name A warning to come The bed is old and dead The springs used to b-beat The stuffing around the underside But now they stay silent As you collapse within and Perish the thought You are quite alone A reserved sign upon the left A do not disturb and a rosary A Plexiglas frame, for we have neighbours now We are landlocked, no ankle can spread across the Border, so clear; clear enough to see as We place our reservations and keep Safely to our sides, two states of being And a bed dissected into two with a Plexiglas wound