CASUALTY; 2 In Bed [Stefanie Bennett]
One dreams of solid elements -
White cliffs, waves, battleships.
Sees himself as Birdman, rasping
Closed skies and meeting the Maker.
Night-trends elevate this...
The other lies fretful, photostating
Old faults; dipping 18 carat vows
Black though proofs present
Are already glassed within
She thinks perhaps she’ll re-endorse
He falls from his middling
Clutching the alarm.