Fictions

I started out not knowing what to do,
So I found books, and taught myself the spells,
The incantations and the fearful yells
To make the planet round again, and true.
I knew someone would come, not knowing who,
To fix the night jars and the carousels.
I told the altar boys to ring the bells
For my arrival, since I have come through.

These are the products of my factory:
I made this auburn hair from mango peel,
Retouched the paint on my electric eel,
Created for those too refractory
An amulet, like a phylactery,
That took your fictions up, and made them real.