An assignation with an arbiter, a train spotter,
Somehow he has collected the text
Of our sex.
A proposition from this rendering, this over ling,
This old encoded thing.
Somehow he has captured our words
An exposition from a urinal, an animal,
The genuine article.
Somewhere he has pictures of us
An inquisition from a Satanist, an Adventist,
A real composite.
Somewhere there’s a brown package
A commission from his workshop, tabletop,
Some way I’ve got to forget the facts
Of our actions.
An invitation from his chequebook, a quick look,
Full amount took.
Some day I have to remember to send
You a memento.