Which page is it
of wrinkled velum or crude parchment
aching with the weight
of time,
and sheer importance
What ancient tablet
cracked and gloriously sagacious
bares these words
[our] seats..not for [your] feet
Is it implicit
(in the clause)
on page seventeen,
paragraph sixty,
line two,
of the contract I must have signed
when I wasn’t thinking
Where it is written
to obey
when he who must be obeyed
or them, or us, or everybody
says so
on this social contract
I must not have noticed signing
when surely I was too young to agree
when,
hovering between this life
and the one just prior
I was politely requested
by two big bald bastards in uniform
to assume the position,
of good citizen
After some dread conductor
on some profound platform
somewhere else
asked for a ticket
and I had none