Janus Stared

Walls and barriers against a spider's web,

is what they call for to protect creation.

To pay those back who amuse us so

and make a living for their art

but few are those who benefit

the wildest minds live in debt

poor and unprotected lives

are lived among the arts of many.

The right to copy does not protect

the humble mind spinning thought

into the world of phyics or the web

and only a few are those who win.

But walls must be built,

higher than ever and stronger to last.

The small mind may not leg the boot

of those who take the largest lot.

The walls were thick to hold out spiders

the much feared dark tarantula

crime and murder that was feared

were words; but less was seen.

An engineer and artist once

underpaid with child alone

found a way to wondrously

create all things from random stock

from the workshop it was carried

the machine of mass and destroyer of class

much time was consumed but nothing told

where all the effort had gone in months

but the machine was much employed

to feed many mouthes and create new life

for many things that were seen as old.

What a doomesday egg for those on top.

A spy one day found out her sceme

and brought the engineer to talk

to her boss and his boss too

to make her stop her evil works.

They threatened her with riches,

a place amongst themselves,

gold and cars and time for leasure

but this was not enough.

Not just herself and child should win

but neighbours of neighbours too.

The doomsday machine was hers to own

her copyright was marked and down.

This was to be one of the last

rights to copy and restrict

since this owner was to own and give

make owning as common as the cold.

But the bosses and their bosses would not hear of this

their fear turned worse and worse

they threw the lady into dark

and took away her child

but in the web the word got out

spread all around the spider's realm

the fate of the inventful mind

was known at every node.

The spider with a million facets

sitting in her web stared hard

at those trying to protect the lacking

for thier overflowing pockets.

This tarantula of many minds

was long feared for many lives of few

had now at last grown to flex her legs

and at last move out in time.

When Atlas had shrugged one time too much

and left the world in shards

It was Janus to open all his eyes

and give this end a way to start.

Mother and child united by many

took the patent out of the copyright's lock

and let it spill out on the web

where itsy bitsy spiders made it work again.

And this is how the mind of one,

was proud to own and give to all

was proud of it's creation

but not jealous to hold it on it's own

but to feed the minds and mouths of all.