A chair is a chair is a chair

but the one upon which I now am sat

gives me the support I need

and its history is its own,

shaped by restless hands and minds

who know their sockets

their integral parts and how they fit

before the body becomes part of it. 

 

I know their hearts and souls,

have trodden where no average man

has sat before, that is to say

I will not rest until I break them down

and put them together again

much stronger with glue

fresh squeezed,

until a chair is a chair is a chair again

 

and the one upon which you now are sat

gives you the fresh support you need.