Mes to Memes

Mes were memes avant-la-lettre,
Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose,
Avant Dawkins, avant le Web.

Tricked out and armored in her mes,
Inanna dropped in to visit
Her big sister, Ereshkigal,

Ending up stripped of all her mes,
Slaughtered and hanging upside down.
She came back, and that was a myth

For its own particular time,
But, plus ça change, it works for yours.
Here strides global humanity,

Thousands of years, countless wars on,
Tricked out and armored in all its memes,
Trying to take mere being on.