San Francisco has not allowed burials
within its city limits for over a century.
Please come to Mount Parnassus for the view:
The winding streets, the flowered hills, the dock,
The cable cars, the Ferry Tower clock,
The Golden Gate against Pacific blue.
Select a play, or cabaret—a new
Production opens every night to mock
The hang-ups of the strait-laced Christian flock.
We're free from graveyard gloom and dark taboo:
The Tale of Neverland's our holy book!
We worship Peter, child who won't be man.
We're all Lost Boys, who play with pirates, sure
That pixie dust will—once again—beat Hook!
We spurn the earth's restraints, to soar like Pan.
Like him, we wonder: What are shadows for?