We and they and they and we
Battle through the ages;
Learning, flying, burning, lying,
Stained glass glowing rages
Send the word out from the tower
We no more will take it:
Looks and skitter, books and litter,
Making fakers make it
Scholars, yes, and butterlies,
Cameras and lenses
Always tethered to a past
Forming present tenses
We and they and them and us
Mired in what we know of --
Tacit animosity
We will not
Let go of
Scholars and Butterflies
