DEATH CAME ON TUESDAY

Reading Saturdays WSJ, there's an article on a new bio of Martin Gardner, a mathematician, logician and weekly columnist whose hobby was debunking fraudsters.
It also mentions this logical fallacy, which I have shamelessly stolen and dressed up for my Episcopal Church friends.

But I would ask you, is this really a poem? If so where's the dif btw poetry and sparse chopped up prose? (In defense, I might mention last Thursday I heard readings from Richard Blanco, last January's Inaugural poet. He read for an hour and 20 min, and there was not a rhyme or an iamb to be heard.)
Anyway;


DEATH CAME ON TUESDAY


While about his Crusade, the Immortal I, the Knight of Lore, met his Lord’s man upon the way

"Has my Lord called for me, servant of the doomed?"

"Sir, He has not. Tho He sent me. He bid me hear your Peace."

"Why speak I my Peace when my Lord has not called for me?"

"Of that, He bid me say He will upon call upon thee, on a day by the end of next week."

"Which day?"

"He will not say. Like a thief in the night, my Master’s word is he shall come upon a day, but a day of which you shall not know."

"Why so?"

"He has not told me, Sir. I believe he enjoys a mans folly."

"Is it folly to avoid one’s doom?"

"All men surely think not, Sir."

The Knight of Lore, the Immortal I, thought so;

"I believe, by reason, he cannot come on Saturday, for Saturday is the end of next week, and if he has not come by Friday then I will know he comes on Saturday, which defies his word."

"Would seem certainly so Sir."

"And further by reason, he cannot come on Friday, for as we know he will not come on Saturday, and if yet I live on Thursday I shall know he comes Friday, which again defies his word."

"Would seem certainly so Sir."

"And by greater reason, by logic, such holds true for every day of next week. It is proved he cannot come a Saturday, nor can he a Friday. On Wednesday I shall know he cannot  come a Thursday, by Tuesday so of Wednesday, by Monday of Tuesday, Sunday of Monday and by today not tomorrow."
 
"Would seem certainly so Sir."

"So it is proved, by reason, by thought, by logic, my Lord will not come. I have nothing to fear, and for no reason I shall not say my Peace.
And as for you, nuisance servant… I bid you leave me on my way."

"As most men do, Sir."