Remote Control
Remote Control
Like hierophants we’ve been
Given the power to command
The story to start through air
Like a king who with a gesture
Gives the players permission to begin
Laughing flecks of meat fat
Into his beard never realizing that
They’re making fun of him
For believing he controls
Even the remotest subjects
Of his far-flung kingdom
One of whom is even now
Whetting the blade of the sword
Which will behead him