How he survived them they could never understand:
Had they not beggared him themselves to prove
They could not live without their dogmas or their land?
No worlds they drove him from were ever big enough:
How could it be the earth the UNconfined
Meant when it bade them set no limits to their love?
And he fulfilled the role for which he was designed:
On heat with fear, he drew their terrors to him,
And was a godsend to the lowest of mankind.
Till was no place left where they could still pursue him
Except that exile which he called his Race.
But, envying him even that, they plunged right through him
Into a land of mirrors without time or space.
And all they had to strike now was the human face.