An ode.it reads:
When they were walking, I wonder
Did they think - were they hoping?
Hoping against hope, down under
down underneath the fruitless coping?
See this is the thing, do you think
What was the Master thinking?
Was he amused, did we catch a blink
Of his subtle mirth, just winking?
We ask all the time why not, I mean
Why doesn't he play it straight with us
Some even lose their faith it would seem
This game for them is far too tough;
Where were they going, those two
To visit relatives, or just on a whim
To get out of town, out of the blue
To be rid of troubled Jerusalem?
But Jerusalem would not let them go
No, no, a Jew can never get out
Jerusalem follows him fast, or slow
Does he set forth or does he rout?
Nor those of true Israel, they can't
Can't escape but their worldly care
For when they finally do transplant
They find Jerusalem is already there.