Manifesto for the Past
We try to write a manifesto for
The past; not history—the Past. We want
To mold those things they call the facts, and more
Then that we wish to change what men can vaunt
As for triumphs in their greed and realms have gone by.
Men must not be as once they were. We need
Time travel spacecraft quite like God to fly
Us to millennia and centuries, speed
Us there to lost times. We will gain control.
Forget the future and the present. We
Will mogrify our yesterdays, the whole
Of them. Originals will be the sea
We dry into a desert. We suppose
Death Valley as the past will be our rose.