Instant relief in a world of instant everything It seemed impossible but now seems obvious, As everything does in hindsight. Of course, of course, I must retain my walls, Boundaries high and low, far reaching As Hadrian's conquest, Probably an echo in my blood, Brought down through generations, Only to be changed now In a world too full of information, Scattered like bags of ashes across the face of global communications and user friendly internet.
Ancestry battles now Mutation maybe And the cry goes out, To remedy instant electronic relief. And not have frescos devoted to iPads When our civilization becomes dust.