Some statements elevate a man.
For instance, Kung Fu, circa years ago,
prescribed that rules must play like music --
and the notes on Yeshua watch him urge
(in a throw-off line) to be like babes.
William Tecumseh Sherman,
man to fight all war, pronounced that war is all hell.
And there's Qoheleth's 'all turn to dust again',
and then, and then, there's Nietzsche,
or S. Freud, or even Groucho Marx.
J.P. Sartre, in fictional despair,
saw the omens present, the encroachment
on the eve of World War Two
of the throb -- if you heed -- that causes the heart
to burst its dam, to flood it all.
Some prophet, just to be one up,
to get the last word in, from his webcast shouts
Give me a match to strike and I'll fire the world
and the crowds somewhere, with butane near the stage,
flare-up the hall, bring the curtain down.