His birth certificate indicated
he had not been born in the
Valley of Neander,

but as he explored
his dictionary
that day,

a hairy comet pierced
Earth's atmosphere,
slowed and exploded

down the
page of
N's.

A starry glint of realization
lit his eyes
and warmed his soul

while thick lips relished
the final syllable--
thal

and he knew for certain,
at long last,
he'd found his identity.