The Muggle Manifesto

O Wizard World, wit-crafted as your books
Were we by God, yet tools and toil are ours;
Bid us return, re-learn, resume our powers,
Command the morning with a Fiat Lux!
Yet not for magic but for morals bright/
Black-etched as moonscape would we share your story:
Child, Call--the Middle-Age-less allegory
That sets Lord Will-of-Death against Lord White.

Harried away, we feel an amputation
Of flit-quick wings that dooms us groundward go,
Knocking at humble doors with, "Do you know--?"
Seeking the Alley gate, the Platform station.
All folk, like Hogwarts robes, bear stars within--
And, once o'er Death's dark lake,
(Clutching our Fluffy cake),
May we, at longing last, like-"wiz" be s'Muggled in!