I scrolled along my Twitter feed beside the hashtag trends.
My follows rose, but fell in time my wish to find new friends;
my ego rocked in fits and sighs. I read some Gen-X tweets
all praising Empire as the best—the one where story treats
the fans to revelation—and saw a celeb say:
Who holds in balance dark and light, whose force will win the day,
is an undying Father, and he walks upon the sky.
He wields the truth before his son, it glows red like his eye.
I scrolled a little further down and saw a spry kid spout:
Who’ll save the day and rule for good, she is a youthful scout.
For she’s awoken change, and all the episodic past
is but a tide receding to the ocean deep and vast.
A message came to clear my gloom—sent in a friendly guise
brimful of daydreams—and it read: The guardian on the rise,
he is a knowing orphan; for how else, I muse, could he
portray our pain, grown sad or mad with what we’d hoped to see?
I scrolled a little further down and saw a troll mid-rant:
Who’ll rise? The saga’s master fiend who’ll reign in Coruscant!
He’ll be a Jar Jar Sith Lord Clone with saber glowing bright!
My theory may seem strange at first, but click. You’ll see I’m right!
This Star Wars poem is patterned after a work by the great poet W. B. Yeats: “The Indian Upon God.”
For another creative Star Wars post drawing on classic poetry, try the post Belated May the 4th Be With You, which includes my poem “Elegy for a Country Space Opera.”