Growl

i see the best and brightest and wonder where they will be
when maturity becomes a kind of Nebuchadnezzar
when people sacrifice their kids to the God of consumerism
when life becomes the monstrocity of sex, violence, and death:
i wonder why the individual has become so isolated,
why the God Moloch seeks to eat him,
where humans are treated with hatred,
and anything real is seen with a monstrous eye, as snakes blow off the heads of angels.

i see homeless people at Harvard seeking the Holy Grail, speaking in tongues, believing themselves to be Queen of England or reciters of poems by Yeats or others. Once they were
professors. Now, homeless...

I see people who speak of laissez faire
but also believe in tons of Government intervention, seeking the tune of the dead,
they deliver all sorts of speeches
not knowing the meaning,
affirmative action babies.

I wonder when it will all end?
Who killed JFK? Is it FBI-CIA-KKK?
The FBI bugs then the CIA calls the KKK who calls the killer? I wonder
about the miraculous structure of this country where geniuses are threatened each day, hour, second
for a fix, madmen on acid
who do not know the way
leading our country down the drain of the trip of the egotistical asshole bugabee,
whoring wildly,
seeking answers to questions they cannot fathom,
"what fools these mortals be?"

People snatching babies from mothers,
people erasing memories to create spies,
what's the point of all this, that
we have removed all traces of the human from the divine soul,
our radiant selves, our gift from God...
vampires spreading aids of the soul through needles as long as
sentences of southern gothic novels.
The horror, the horror of it all, what
lies behind our seeming civility.

They have taken our lives and sacrificed it to the God of death,
out of jealousy and hatred, leading the double-life,
using us like whores as God watches in amusement. I ask for Justice,
for Christ's left hand to lift up and destroy them.
They have taken our lives and created
polyphonous beauties
to match our belles. Just the horror, horror of it all.

Moloch, the very devil is our God now. Disgusting fool of devilution,
God save us from their swirls and sways.
Moloch, I call for your death.
May all the Gods of heaven destroy you.

They have planted drugs in the apartment of pure and good students to frame them,
and out of excess, of good, of conscience, they become like animals and wonder the New Orleans night just as others did.

All these sins, and for our sins, they ask excessive prices, but for theirs, theirs is the road of the Devil's own, not
knowing their own trauma, they hunt, kill, and destroy and blame Satan
like children playing a game of "it."