Gods Used and Abused
Anyone can take your name
and turn it into a shabby restaurant
or even a cheap chunk of silver
made in Taiwan
Capitalism is the deity of these times
but what is the price of a god?
Do you remember when your name
was placed sacred
upon the lips of men?
Once they brought wine and flowers
and the sweet smell of sunshine
into your shady grove
evoking mystery
and reverence of the divine
Now they seek to own you in ragged pieces
tearing flesh from your bones
consuming you spirit and soul
in one thick draught
Maybe one day these new gods too will be made into novelties-
jehova fish and chips
or jesus drycleaning
-these young, modern gods!
But time is a straight shot arrow
Nations live and die in one breath to you
and the names of gods are carved deep,
lasting far after
the bones of men crumble to dust
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