Oh, he was there; smiling in the background,
Fourth brother and fifth wheel,
Standing impassively and unimportantly
In the best Handsome Supporting Man tradition,
Every bit as much of the scenery
As the potted plants or painted backdrops,
Without the eyebrow waggle, the horn or harp,
The fine tootsie fruitsie-ing of the paying public.
But know this; when the Enola Gay
Carried its single passenger which bathed Hiroshima
In the flash of a billion footlights,
It was his factory that fashioned the straps
Which kept the Fat Man belted securely
In his seat in first class, thus proving
That he could show his brothers a thing or two
About leaving them in the aisles.