Neat

Whole worlds folded up
Printed flat
Rolled out
Giant lands
Cultures grand
Private people
Dreams and hopes
Plans and thoughts
Struggles backwards
Forwards forever onwards
Rolling hurtling through the black
Virgin seas split by wood and steel
To be drawn
Neatly
Tidily
Fixing up those corners
Those borders
Those cities and towns
Defined by the pen
By the colour
By the fence
You put there
Nice
And
Neat.