I am a giver of gifts. Honor me.
A long time ago, before words,
Your ancestors discovered the gift
Of rewarding gifts precisely, thus
Encouraging others to give gifts
In certain hope of reward for suffering.
Information became the first currency,
And cooperation became worthy.
Privacy was the sacrificial lamb,
Language and gossip the altar
And blade. That's the latest
Version. Today, two kayakers
Rushed in to hand me their lenses,
Polarized products of friendliness,
So that I could better spy on the sun.
Four concentric rings of rainbows
Surrounded the god that burns against
Scrutiny, here reduced to a pleasantry.