What really happened was.....
the four horsemen came together
to again give reverence to their pause.
Shackled with maleness
their history called to order,
for the method to carry them forward
to the altar of the divine end product.
To share with other men
would be the noble cause....
noble indeed, yet possibly the veil
covering the glorious possibilities
of fame, fortune and Oprah.
Then the feminine enters
and oh so gently sweeps away
urges to wrap 'it' in a tidy package
ready for delivery to the public......and Oprah.
Suggestions spill forth
washing away need for structure.
Minds quiet, not needing to fix,
the horsemen circle sacred silence
revelling in possibilties unknown.