Poem: Enlightenments

Enlightenments

By Benjamin Nardolilli
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He showed up to the salon,
Claiming that he had the solution to it all,
We thought he was like Newton,
Inspired by the apple’s fall.

He wore no wig, nor a silken shirt,
He wore a robe, hanging like a skirt.

I am the way, the only way,
With pompous pride, he said
Praise my father in heaven,
When I rise up from the dead.

We laughed and asked
If he had the slightest proof,
He turned a glass of water into wine,
And showed us Satan on the roof.

We said nothing and drank our tea,
We said it could be explained, scientifically:

The drink had changed, from
Striking the atoms in a fashion,
That made their ether vibrate,
This was the secret behind his passion.