Taming Chaos

Christianity 

May’ve begun the trend 

To codify the world 

From end to end and

All around, everything 

That could be found was

Named, numbered and 

Given a niche, said which 

Box was then locked, the 

Keys, now sanctified, made

The sole and sacred purview 

Of a State selected Few who,

Truth to tell, were held holy

Though they had but one 

Talent: they could spell

And the secrets of the 

Alphabet they would never 

Tell, instead they kept it 

To themselves. This mystery 

They did guard for many a

Century, guarding too the 

One thing they could do:

Read the labels on those 

Boxes that organised the 

World. Their ability to read

And file, with time became 

The notion that because 

They knew the names of 

Everything, they also kept 

And polished origins,

Causality, the secrets of 

Humanity but, this was 

Just a fallacy. 

They could put a thing 

Into its proper drawer but 

That was it, nothing more,

So while they could rightly 

Identify every bat, tree or fly,

The error that the Founders

Made was thinking that the 

Names of things, on shelves, 

In stacks, in the storage shed 

Out back, or even set as Art

In foliage, is all there is, the 

Sum of knowledge.