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There’s no alchemy
In a straight account.
Was born on, child of,

Married or did not,
Had children or not,
Flouted convention

More or less or not,
Tried to save the world,
Led a mob, worshipped

A new prophecy,
Invented magic
No one distinguished

From technology,
Was moral in ways
We admire today,

In ways we abhor
In our thoughtfulness,
Was a mixed creature,

So very human,
Just like no one else,
Died old, middling, young,

Tragically young, died
A pauper, alone,
Millions thronged the route,

But, hard as it is
To believe, that name
Is now forgotten.