Just sign on the dotted line, the Angel says,
in full and final settlement.
Surely, I cry, my claim’s for more than that –
a decimal point, a lengthy row of noughts
and a lonely figure ONE,
with no denomination?
But that, he says, is what you’re going to get –
your due share of a vast accumulation
of which it falls to us to keep the score.
At this time there can be no certain value.
It’s a kind of trust.
– David Morphet 2014