A fairy tale to tell our little boys.
A fantasy, fit to be talked of with
The Easter Bunny. "He foretold our joys,
Our sorrows and our ends. He will appear
When we most need him, to direct our course."
What hogwash. People live in fear
Of what he'll say, but tell me, what's the force
Of eighty- or one-hundred-year-old words
Spoken by a ghost up on a screen?
He will not come. The superstitious herds
Will wait for nothing. Wait, what have you seen?
A tape recording, nothing more. What now?
He knew? He what? He couldn't have. But how?
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