Being on a train reminds me of angels
Not here, not there, both and neither.
It is just a story that the revolted ones
Populate Hell. All and none of them rebelled;
For convenience, they use different names
Depending on their location. In Heaven
Michael is Satan's indomitable foe. In Hell
He has a pied-a-terre, calls himself Beelzebub,
And is Satan's trustworthy lieutenant.
Two rows away, Schrödinger’s cat
Is free in a woman’s lap and in his box
And lolling in the seat across the aisle.
Schrödinger, poor fellow, is dead. His will
Is in a language no one but cats can read.