I see them,
those robed in white.
When I tell others about them,
they say with faces askew,
“Let me ask you,
why are you robed in lies?”
When I asked those robed in white
who they were to make me a child who spewed lies,
they chorused with a guttural sound
and my curiosity, they made profound.
They were the ancestors
who came to access us.
Who shall listen to my tale
which no one can make a head nor a tail of?
Maybe a little sleep, a little slumber
was meant for me, a descendant of plumbers.
Who would I tell that those robed in white come through an anvil
and wouldn’t marvel?
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