The Salesman
My lords and ladies, knights and squires,
Tonight shall see ye bask in fires
That do not light until the day
Has passed and is gone on its way
Then are heralded by choirs.
These fires seen but unknown are
Far from here, so very far,
So you would know from distant view
What you're seeing, have some clue,
But not when on that star.
A star! My dears, I speak not lies
(Well, I do, my conscience cries)
When I say you'll sit tonight
Upon a star thanks now to flight
That puts us in the skies.
Human flight! We need not wings
To soar among aerial things.
A backing band shall we provide
And singer too shall be supplied
To treat you well as kings.
As kings! Again my words speak large
So shall we now discuss the charge?
No? I'll leave it to surprise,
Amaze the mind, Widen the eyes
Upon our floating barge.
So sign up quick to snag a seat
Where dreams and imagination meet.
I'm sure you know we'll take you there
Past asteroid belt, past solar flare,
With a price that none can beat.
poem by Liam O'Brien
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