Night falls on the Ewok village, & by fire-
light a bunch of the furry creatures pile
into a room with 3PO to admire
him as he tells the rebels’ story, all the while
unreeling sound effects: Vader’s wheeze,
the zing of a laser, & the surge of a drawn
light saber. The whole crew listens, wide-eyed, to these
stories, as 3PO puts his personal stamp on
the retelling. Maybe there’s even a shred
of merit in the droid making the story his own.
(Ah-hem.*) When 3PO’s done, the Ewoks, led
by the medicine man, approve. As the drums drone
on, the heroes—even (or especially)
the droids—are pronounced part of the family.
* This is an authorial clearing of the throat, as the author attempts to convince himself that writing 76 sonnets about Star Wars wasn’t just a ridiculous idea to begin with.**
** Still not convinced.