Reading Table

When my leg became a headrest for reading
I knew that I had found my highest use
to be stationary and let a mind do its best thing
absorbing words in a string leaning on me
like from the song, but literal, and I was stationary.

I held myself with greater regard as utility was realized
on my doorstep, I became a house, in whose rooms
someone is reading about an apocalypse designed 
by the few on a world made up by the one
and I am stationary for it all, of use, passive silence.