as they found themselves
strangely at odds with
a pilcrow mark in each stanza
mr nothing finally accepted
imposed on him by the poet
temporary accommodation
with dubious identity
and a forged polling card

touching the straps attached
to the uncomfortable bunk
for the forced to take a refuge
from harsh predilections
in all innocence he wondered
if the poet ever liked him
self casually reflected
on a scrap of paper