Epilogue

And here it is: the last of the 76 poems in the cycle. In less than 24 hours Episode VII will be unleashed upon the world. I’m kinda ready. Thanks for tuning in. And may the form be with you. Always.

 

When the last saber has retracted back

into itself, & the last Ewoks

have finished their fur-blurring dance & smacked

each other on the back… When they’ve knocked

 

up against all the main characters

(who are all hugging one another), & the brass

has repeated the main theme one last

time… When the credits have unreeled against the stars…

 

all we can do* is press rewind. Technology

may advance at the speed of light, but so

what? All we want to do is go back: we

want to revisit a long time ago…,

 

we want our own youth, we want to think

back to the days before we’d heard of Jar Jar Binks.**

 

* Well, technically, there are infinite options, but the following is the most logical, given your obsession.

** or flying R2, or the way the viceroy’s lips don’t match his voice as though he were in a badly dubbed foreign film, or death sticks, or Anakin whining about sand that gets everywhere, or Wookiees who yell like Tarzan, or Palpatine’s aquatic opera, or General Grievous’ asthma, or…

Pyre

As Luke carries him to his ship, Vader wheezes

& rasps, close to his end. Luke, he implores,

help me take this mask off. Luke freezes.

But you’ll die. Vader gasps. Just for

 

once let me look on you with my own

eyes. Luke lifts off the mask. Inside is the ruined

face of a man, pale & scarred from a duel on

Mustafar.* Now go my son, Anakin

 

says without his signature inhalations,

leave me. But Luke carries his father

to his ship & flies to Endor. There, the good son

lights a pyre, & flames whip & lash at the mask. Others

 

party, but Luke stands alone, flashing a quick grin

at the ghosts of Yoda, Obi-Wan, & Anakin.**

 

* This is what happens when a stud like Obi-Wan tells you not to try it and you try it.

** The trilogy, alas, is over. Now all you have to look forward to in the next 32 years is Jar Jar Binks. Yousa screwed. Meesa screwed. We allsa screwed.

Volts

The Emperor approaches with an easy stride

to address Luke, the victor of the saber duel.

Your hate has made you powerful.

Now… take your father’s place at my side.

 

Luke retracts his saber. I’ll never turn to

the dark side. Palpatine grimaces. So be

it, he croaks. His limp hands suddenly rigid, he

blasts Luke with a jagged stream of blue

 

volts. While Luke writhes about on the floor,

Vader looks back & forth between his two

options: master & son. Then he lifts the emperor

& throws him over the edge into

 
the Death Star’s power core. The void gleams

with a sudden blue haze, but Vader sizzles & steams.*

 

* That’s not supposed to sound quite as appetizing as it does.

Power Generator

Well, gang. Looks like we’re getting down to it. The Force Awakens in four days. And look: I did the math right! We’ve got four sonnets to go. Here’s today’s adventure:

A few Rebel ships angle down into

a jagged groove of the Death Star,

pursued by a knot of Tie fighters. As the crew

speeds toward the vulnerable center

 

of the battlestation, one of the Empire’s

Star Destroyers, damaged, daggers
the dark orb till it erupts with a plume of fire.*

Then, to a blast of trumpets, Lando pulls the trigger

 

in the Falcon, & the ship’s lasers kiss

the power generator on

both cheeks. The explosion chases the Falcon

out of the tunnel. As all of this

 

is going down, Luke, weakened & scarred,

is being tortured inside the Death Star:

 

* I always wanted to write a mixed metaphor x3. But enough about me. What do you think of my mixed metaphor?

X

Luke can’t take it anymore. He summons his

saber to his hand & takes a swipe

at the emperor. His swing is

deflected as his green plank of light strikes

 

his father’s red, making an x

in front of the Emperor’s face. Palpatine cackles

as the two begin to duel. Luke kicks

his father down the stairs (is that legal?*)

 

but Vader gets back at him when he learns

that Luke’s got a twin sister. Perhaps she’ll turn

to the dark side, he says. That hits a nerve

with Luke, & he goes off, striking his saber

 

down like a broad ax over &

over until he cuts off his father’s hand.

 

* The rulebook states that yes, this is legal.

The Shield

While the Ewoks are taking care

of the stormtroopers on Endor, Han discovers

 

that the generator’s back entrance code has been

changed. R2 wheels into action & tries to open

 

it, but when he’s shot he can only sizzle

& smoke. Han tries to hotwire it until

 

he’s cornered by an AT-ST. When he finds out that

Chewy’s inside, Han gets an idea: use the AT-

 

ST’s radio to call for backup. He

does. When the back door to the energy

 

field generator opens, Han sticks

a couple of charges to the ceiling &, slick

 

as grease,* runs back outside. He escapes

just before the two bombs detonate.

 

* Not really. He looks thoroughly uncomfortable as he runs. I mean, I know the guy knows how to book it; I’ve seen Indiana Jones in which Harrison Ford bounds like an antelope on the moon.

It’s a Trap

The shield, still up, keeps the attacking

rebels at bay. Pull up! Lando snaps,

& suddenly enemy ships wing

their way into sector 7. It’s a trap!

 

Admiral Akbar warns. Far too many

Tie fighters swarm around the small fleet

of rebels like gnats.* Then the Death Star fires a beam

at them, scores a direct hit to a ship. Retreat’s

 

the only option. (Huh… the last time I

checked, the Death Star was able to destroy

an entire planet, so when it only

takes out a single ship it’s slightly

 

underwhelming.**) The rebels can only yield

to the Star’s fire, hoping Han can knock out the shield.

 

* Giant steel gnats, that is.

** Right?