Screen Capture

Lo, brave soldier, I bid thee capture the screen,

that bright glowing and too oft strobing affliction of daily disdain.

‘Tis a beast born of Bacchus, no doubt,

feasting on words with gluttonous frenzy

so it can vomit in code.

 

Aye, that monster is a messenger of the netherworld,

imperial domain where data presides

with a language of zero and one,

transcending human thought

and mocking consciousness of self

with forums that have forgotten mighty Rome --

arenas where anyone can be a lion,

and peasants, once flogged, now blog instead.

 

‘Tis an empire of the ether,

built on debauchery, depravity and

ego.

 

Lo, brave soldier, capture that screen.

 

Fall not for its trickster ways, for

Kokopelli has formed a kinship with Loki,

and Bacchus has blessed the union,

so when they tempt you with their treasures,

remember the dragon is never far from its hoard.

Aye, point, but do not click until your keys are well ordered;

and then capture that screen using the Power

with a Point.

 

Soon our tapestries will tell a new tale sewn of lasers

and digitized for bolder color --

no more need have we of needles to prick arthritic fingers.

 

Lo, brave soldier, capture that screen, but spill not thy ink.

It is more precious than blood.