History, Future and Now (Ogbos tragicomedic muse) Nebuchadnezzar, cried the laureate! But no! What the world gave the professor in prose The professor must grant me in exegesis For Nebuchadnezzar had shoe History will judge him Not as creator of the hanging garden For he squirms under a rock History decided; The Pilate of a country there was For before him, a washing bowl Bedside him a royal towel His brow furrows At the confusing whisper from Patience There is God! To his right a feeble cry: To be! To his left a deafening cry: Not to be! And the world waits Shall the Pilate dip his hands in the bowl?
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 06:33:30 +0000