He that once bore Perseus
Upon his flying back
From the ocean floor to the firmament
Is now a virus in your sack.
Once a power-house of good
That scaled the universe,
Greedy men with wicked brains
Now make a smart-phone curse.
The declension of our creepy times
Corrupts a flying Samaritan
Into an invisible spyware hack
To render us undone,
And hollow out our existence
On to some villain’s plate,
Who may then barter our foibles
Or declare us enemy to the state.
How may we live with dignity,
And be free, fearless, whole?
Alas that Pegasus should be the name
Given to a worm that steals our soul.
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