We found out, then, that there had been a cult
Around her in the Nineteen-Twenties! When
Bad dreams and visions ceased to give insult
To sanity, then gratitude, amen,
Took over. Many children bore her name,
And many were the offerings of gold
From hidden stashes made to her. Her fame
Was kept confined. But when they'd all grown old
While she did not, her cultists built a boat
To ship off to her origin; they sought
The source of her strange fortune. They did float
Away into the unknown. She did not
Know what had come of them, not after that.
They did, she noted, think the Earth was flat.