“Imagination rules the
He was right, of course, in unimaginable
Never mind the French Revolution terrors or
Nor the acres & acres of graves at
Or Ulysses strapping himself to the mast so that
he might hear luring song.
That the moon, sun & stars are studded to a
We carry imagination’s
In that we fancy nobility as a fawning
Democracy no better for it produces the
Reason’s embrace is no anodyne for
There is no such thing as a true
Just garbled myth regurgitated
one story at a time.