It Was His Folding Aeroplane

Handsome pocket square for show,
Never offered, never soiled.
Orbital origami

Opening satellite chains
And the planet they circled,
And the sun planets circled,

And the galactic arm,
And so on. Notional flags
Put away by ritual

Meant to make them numinous.
Towels on the trolley carts
Of room service at the inn.

Hidden so carefully in
So many devices, him.