20140102.0650

The lamentation rings through the air
And through the online ether
That language is dead
That culture is dead
That the children of today will become the dependent of tomorrow

The lamentation rings through the air
And through the online ether
That money has become the sole determiner of worth
That culture is dead
That corporate practice is become the only practice worth noting

The lamentation rings through the air
And through the online ether
That celebrity is all
That culture is dead
That the children of today seek only spotlight without substance

The lamentation rings through the air
And through the online ether
That there is no hope
That culture is dead
That we are the ones who killed it

And it may be that there is no hope
That the damage seen as done
Has been done and is actually damage
And that there is no way now to change it
But that is no reason not to try.
If we cannot by our efforts change things
We can at least be less complicit in them

So I remain
Pen in hand instead of sword
Reenacting in a small way
The struggles of Æsir
Against Jötnar and Muspellsmegir
Perhaps I will be more like the sons of the strongly girdled
Than the one-eyed spearman or the red-haired hammerman

Perhaps others will be, as well