Daniel McNulty
Praises for a Dead Elephant
It has been said
that “God is dead”
Allah ya lail
Allah what a night.A Hungry Ghost screams and yells:
“Infidel ! You are going to suffer.
You are going to kneel.”Bedouin bomber.
Pentagon.
Towers open fire.
This is jihad?Dumb, deaf representatives
be cast aside with your dimpled smiles.
False kings.
Dissidents.What gospel set this precedent?
The blood.
The restitution.
Who shall demand it?
Its blasphemy,
your treason.
Love holds the only keys to the kingdom.
Haven't you read the book?
Haven't you noticed what's happening with the seasons?Alarms, chants, swears.
Bells chime, calling for prayer.
All be warned:
They will stretch you from the mesenchyme
to feed you to the mines.
They will process your skin
then charge you a fine.The muezzin sings from the minaret:
“Here is a form
fill it out
and wait to repent.”
Satellites Orbit like Crowns of Thorn
Satellites orbit
like crowns of thorn
around sacrificial lambs
beaming
to psychiatrist to dietician to acupuncturist
to new age yoga stretches
to universities protesting
to minimum rage jobs
to cramped condominium time-share
to mind numbing cocktails,
liquid or powder or gelatin coated
for ease of swallowing,
to space colonies on Mars on Moon on hot air
balloons to notions of progress
to cancer.
What will be done
once the soul is co-opted
for the latest shiny gadgets?
What will hang on walls
once art is declared
as hallow as the promise of heaven
and nostalgia is no longer in vogue?
What now that television has
gentrified revolution?
My generation
a variable,
X or Y or Z.
This is what passes
from better living
through chemistry.
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