A startup worth $1billion is rare, a so-called unicorn.
He hears the whistle of the Wall Street man
and wonders what this latest call might mean.
After centuries on the British Crest,
Christian longings that the mythical
appear and validate a miracle,
must royalty and abbots now make space
for investors and the marketplace?
If equity means merely owned, not just,
and interest only means the bankers' kind,
he sees a trend: how this will be the end
of faith, analysts will measure cost
but not the cost of noble hopes once lost.
He snorts. It will be easy to resist
once more his ancient hunger to exist.
