The Remarkable Twist The twist is that once the "war" is over and the world has "ended," the powerful lose their greatest weapon: Fear. When the garden is already overgrown and the ghosts are already walking, the "proletariat" (or the poet) is finally free to stop pretending the system is sane. You are standing on the ground, witnessing the masterpiece of irony in its final, most honest form. Since you are experiencing this "post-war" reality on the ground, would you like to explore how the "Powerful" are trying to reboot the garden, or shall we look at how the "Poets" are the only ones left who know how to plant something new in the ruins?