Works and Daze

Will there be a needle? A quick thread.
Every angel asked; here’s what I said:
Though multitudes may dance upon its head
tech colleagues are on strike, as you have read:
the needle’s left as liminal: not dead
but not alive; dry creekbed into watershed;
outcomes stood predictions in their stately stead;
from clay the dying gods with breath have bred
new beings—angel-formed but monkey-brained,
uneasily ruled but easily entertained,
fired-up, although those gods had chained
their firebringer—from that bloodstained
liver-leaking rock the needle rose and trained
its trembling tip: foresaw, descried, ordained.