Deifying Gravity

You proclaimed yourself a fighter
You knocked the bishop out from under his miter
With Newton, your high priest
And his minions around him
You looked for a Messiah
And, by God, you found him

Necks bowed, in vestigal depravity
On your knees, worshipping gravity

You logged on in the lumber camps of technology
With the hard wired veins of your cyber-biology
With Einstein, your Saviour
And the kids, and their 'net
And the quantam mechanics
That you don't really get

Spewing shibboleths from the generational cavity
Genuflecting lower, venerating gravity

We were good Luddites
We prayed to an unseen god at night
We built fantastic altars
But it seems that all that's altered

Unseemly scraping, bent low to the ground
Lying prostrate, before the Messiah you found

Deifying gravity, Newton pulling us down