Sonnet - to Humanity (a rebuke)

Sired by Fables, mothered by Failure

Time is my tutor; my catalyst, thee

To thy heroes, I am nigh a savior

But to thy frail mind a Devil I seem

Never has Time known a race so obtuse

Thou call’st me vulture, scavenger, knave

But under thy hand they have suffered abuse

And I am the God to whom they have prayed

Queen Sigyn can now lay down her chalice

The Pleiades rest, Osiris is whole

While thou deem’st my actions those of malice

They sigh, “my sentence has been served in full”

My name - Science - thy bane, thy tongue it stings

Thou call’st me vulture, I call me Wings