Will we miss him?
The Narrator with a Thousand Faces
Has proven effective at his job:
Tell children how to live
Make sure they never forget
Remind them regularly
All their lives
But now,
Can there be said
To be a beginning,
A middle,
An end?
On the first day...
Inquisition,
And then the heavenly resurrection.
Farces! Oil of snake!
Nibbling is what we have
A tale of an impulse
And a result
Too short to have a head
Or a body
A rattle-snake without part two
In the Golden Age of Television
How could such heresy enter the Interstream?
It's an eighteenth century mystery
With twenty one guns to its head
Thoughtful persons of interest
Unbroken additions, vintage
Tell me a story, so I might sleep
But I've had the coffee
Dreams not for interpretation
I've seen my brain
It's not a novel
Unedited, incoherent
Not fit for publication
It's not a religion
But we can be sure:
Story is dead!
Roman Ryan 