An ode to the creepy, bearded man
hunching into his tight-lipped Googling,
plunging into greying pages
an infinite sea of black and white suspicions
troubled by images floating to the brim:
strange bodies, bauble eyes, hard facts
revealing all the unheard truths –
an ode would not be right.
Instead: prepare a dark maelstrom of Gregorian chant
accompanying a chariot of Valkyries ascending
in Wagnerian fury and triumph,
ascending beyond the planetary abyss
into planes beyond human understanding.
So enlightened, he eases his shoulders
into the comforting folds of his trench,
slips into the uninitiated masses
who cannot quite identify
to which his fingers tap
some alien song.