Homer, this pub philosopher’s heard,
created to sing The Odyssey,
but ‘only’ edited all The Iliad
combining Hellene colleagues’ poetry myth.
These, the songs that began written epic,
became his world’s Kernighan & Ritchie,
are older than Christianity’s crutch
and every foolish looping nationalist ‘us’.
Yet we, we only hear the single voice.
Works, once published, are inviolate.
This fat respect prevents relay creation.
We adore The Odyssey. We ignore The Iliad.
With ‘copyleft’, not for the empty, hated by empire,
programmers reuse and revise others’ recipes
causing original and imitative solidity;
it could prime a time–long poetic chiro–blast.
Collaboration, writing united, is not the same;
each ego can veto the other’s invention.
A copyleft author can declare and decamp;
others may sooth a clash–cultural chaos.