Quattuor: Four
Long, lonely womb
facing fear and death
And now, with fear conquered
childish invulnerability,
horrific fashion sense…
Well-worn scarf
and Jelly Babies,
The crazy one,
like Peter Pan
never grew up
Often trapped,
but always rescued
saving planets
and people alike
Refugee in audacity,
when accused of villainy
Lord President in absentee
Watched by a faceless phantom
unconsciously summoned
That scarf—that crazy, wonderful scarf—
Trips him to his doom
It's the end
But the moment
prepared for