I See You Poem by William B. Deutscher

I see you
sitting pretty on your favorite chair,
breathing off life in a rarefied air,
making your claim to our own fat share.
I see you
in this world we've built to our doom,
riding it out in the hot summer noon,
burying us both in your own cold off-shore tomb.
I see you
in a blue swatch snatch of sky,
flouncing flighty in your nighty as the time goes by,
shaking shadows coming up from above,
finding no peace in your own
hard love.
I see you
going down all the way,
falling so far as from a great height,
dancing up tight with your triple delight
in seashore day
and star-specked night.
I see you.