We’ll get married and we’ll move to the city <br />And we’ll die in the presence of one another’s laughter— <br />All of the clocks and things behaving in the ways that <br />They should, <br />And the girls who are pretty getting prettier still, <br />Approaching the final hours we’ll let the seances speak <br />For themselves— <br />And employ the others just to make them behave— <br />As the satellites go around and around <br />Knowing that nothing moves that doesn’t first have to <br />Lie still.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lying-still/
