Prologue

Prolog to Last Poems / Poems Last by T Newfields
Ron: Last Poems, eh? Aren't we talking about the works of a bloke that croaked?
Lis: Maybe. The chronology is mixed up. Perhaps several authors are involved?
Ron: Or simply a nut claiming to travel through time?
Lex: Anyway, let's cut the babble and peek at the stuff.
Linda: Why not? Time is ours for the moment . . .