Gained wisdom cast aside, the screenlit drones
Will digitize their failures with dull taps
On smudged touchscreens while ancients murmur, moan
And weep with voice of muffled thunderclaps.
Angelic minstrel with his sword of flame
And ash in gauntlet formed of fierce renown,
No golden star adorns his shield; of shame
He shrieks as blood encrusts his latest crown.
“Just go away and stay away!” with hands
As fists upraised in fierce mindless intent,
The throng’s eyes glaze with partisan demands
While all along, ignored, your fortune’s spent.
So thus ride forth, my student, charge, and child,
O speak and shape, to shake and curse the wild.