Search Engines

Our love for the search is desperate, mad

We must get over our amnesia

Hunting and gathering are all we’ve had

“Shopping,” “questing,” “searching”—pure poesia

For career, for mate, for food, for clothing

For ideology, faction, party

For identity, purpose, meaning

Each Sherlock for a fit Moriarty

We are gathering fun ways of hunting

Mere survival has always been our goal

Sure, we are all adept at pretending

That it’s an orifice, not just a hole

It is safe to drop the old camouflage

Other stories are mostly a mirage