He’ll Be Back
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- Written December 2009
Not him the cast-offFor the baby-dumping point
But cuddled as a Christmas bear
Festively snow-flaked
Fully accepted.
Rushed to the fortieth floor
Well above the fogs
Of the Financial District
And an economy on the up
Still materially tempted.
Introduced to the twelve
At Fisherman’s Wharf
Plying their wares
Alongside street musicians
Called and selected.
Seated at Boudin’s
Ready for five thousand
Enjoying clam chowder in sour dough
With not a crumb
Of leftovers detected.
Confined on Alcatraz
For crimes uncommitted
Solitary and alone
Yet uncomplaining
That his freedom’s affected.
Led up Telegraph Hill
As a fireman might his crew
Willing to die
To save another
On a cross they’ve erected.
Gathered for the banquet
No upper room,
But a garage decked
For welcomes and then farewells
That might leave them dejected.
Embarked for departure
Beyond the Golden Gate
Disappearing into thin air
As he says: ‘I’ll be back’
So now he’s expected.
December 2009
Following a visit to San Francisco and the Bay Area reflecting on some of the events in the life of Christ and recalling Arnold Schwarzenegger’s concluding words in the movie: The Terminator
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