Poetry

There the internet lay before us
To give the wisdom of the ancient ones
Like Sappho, Pindar, Plutarch, and Horace
And, god help us, barmy theologians
Who no longer give a pulpit pounding
Quite like they did in medieval times
When science was so much more confounding
And not as pretty as cathedral chimes.
But who now aims our moral sextant?
What skill set now makes us qualified
Or has us getting justly expectant
Now that morality has gone and died?

I place my faith in proto-psychology
And recent findings in neurology!