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.
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