HE SHALL RETURN
We argued like two hyenas
Fighting over decaying carrion
On the Serengetti Plains
I said he was not returning
Not today, not tomorrow, not ever
She said she had a vision
That reaffirmed her faith
And I countered that faith
Was wishful thinking
And mindless adherence to myths
His words live on to this day
She insisted
They will live forever
I told her I pitied her
Childlike naivety
Then she went to her backpack
And withdrew a pair of tickets
See for yourself, ye of little faith
She admonished, as she flashed
A pair of tickets for a
Bob Dylan concert
He is returning in September
For a thirty city tour
