Tale-Spinners Poem by Rod M.Peters

All but a handful of misfits
Looked up to the promised saviours
And pampered charismatic leaders
Propped up by clever propaganda machines
In gilded pulpits and public offices,
Groomed for success
In the art of persuasion.

All but a little band of outcasts
Who chose rather to look into
The recesses of the universe instead
Considering all the possible roads
Opening ahead in the avenues of Time,
Assessing all the probable futures
Stretching in inscrutable lines and loops.

And oh, they bow their heads reverently
To the Spinners of the myriad tales
Who wait patiently in timeless ease
For the obliging players, the spirited actors
Of varied stature and accomplishment,
To appear sharp on time
For the long awaited remake.