The Beckoned Coming
“Come, dear great soul. We await you; we desire you.”
~ Paul Verlaine
“vile, vicious, disgusting, smutty little schoolboy
whom everyone is in raptures about.”
The centuries previous to ours were full
Of raptures, real, predicted, and absurd.
Most suspected they were pulling the wool
Across distrustful eyes when some weird bird
Claimed she was Jesus Christ incarnate, or
Ellen White had visions from on high,
Or Joseph Smith got tablets to restore
The truth. The greatest con, though, was the guy
Self-proclaimed as Poet and as Seer.
According to Verlaine’s brother-in-law,
The kid was a smutty puppeteer
And sneered at people holding him in awe,
Puppeteer of those with incandescent
Veins, like Paul, the adult adolescent.