A flashing image fills my mind,
A Crucifix, attacked by Art;
All for One, offered to all
Transfixed by the demon’s dart,
The love one only hopes to find
Hung suspended on the wall.
In groves of pulsing neon sign,
A thought-web, tangled by design,
Flex the muscles of the Heart
Grown weak in sands of wasted time;
Prove the virtue torn apart
In the desolate ways of War.
Everything you need to know about Don Comfort can be found on page 98 of “The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy.”
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