TRANSFORMED
Transformed had been the essences of us
until a moment thoroughly implied
that all of Nature formulates a fuss
completely shouting that few worlds have died.
We soon were reassuming some strange hope
replete with jolly bangings on a gourd,
and much of what we were seemed sure to lope
in modes and manners easy to afford.
I now might re-invite our meager skills
to grab a headline or a bunch of grapes
and never once to emulate the ills
transcendently as famous as some napes.
Oh -- we are movie stars, and all our dreams
apparently can breed almighty beams.