The Making Of Lancelot Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

No it isn't about the Camelot of JFK I speak of
though I was part of the making of Lancelot,
the infamous Unicorn, presumed son of G'Zell.

The horned goat was born in the 1980's
when the New Age Renaissance was in full swing
and the Age of Aquarius wasn't born yet.

It was rather a fantastic voyage. The series of
New Age Renaissance Awareness Fairs
that saw my participation for a number of years

were as spiritually enlightening as the charlatans
that participated in the whole circus of America
looking for identity even with the Moonies.

That's when I touched the tip of the goat's horn
and caressed it all the way down to its forehead.
It was no phantasm.

I even submitted to many esoteric psychic readings.
So, here was live this extraordinary beast of legends
and fairytales before me.

Believe me, at the time I knew nothing about
its provenance but deep in my mind I knew God
had nothing to do with it despite me being

a pro bono publico ordained Bishop
of the Mother Earth Church since 1978.
Despite the federal authorities not recognizing

the hand of God in such making except for me
who, to this day, keeps pronouncing the world
to be husbands and wives of this Earth.