Idol

Idol is there seated plotting cowrie shells baptized dollars cow-hide suffocated with air comfort women in their best Cambridge fraternity with honors commander with his platoons sky-men in their spaceships class room wizards with sleepy eye Champagne , coca cola, carrots These are the dying gods that relax on high thrones intoxicate conscience roll away the Bible, Quran and call on humanity worship me, me, me alone my kingdom I’ll give to you