Nostradamus

Nostradamus

Did he see or did he guess?
Was he a master of cleverness?
Or is man such a fool that it was plain
The map of life would be the same?

Did he know his words would travel
Across the centuries to unravel?
Ambiguity was his key
To lock each act in history

And as events unfold with time
Disciples seek each verse and rhyme
For the seeds so shrewdly sown
Sired from a language never known

In his words we see a pattern
A sage of Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn
He knew the mighty trines and squares
Would turn events and stir affairs

And in the conjunction of the stars
He weaved his fables from afar
Into a veil that covered all
The threads to pick at, cut, and maul

And when the jigsaw fits the piece
Excited scholars proclaim "He sees!"
And all the time is it no more
Than their composition of a diviner's score?