Mwalimu of Cobweb Space

Techno-peasants force rockets from earth
As you serenade the cypress moon.
 
You taught us to be spinners of webs
Hot and live as magic between ears.
 
We will catch men and teach the stillness
Of ritual bayous that show no age.
 
Like you, we are spiders that sing
With fire stolen from throats of gurus.