Moloch
Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone!
--Allen Ginsburg
Drilling spilling
pumping
blasting
removing every mountaintop
to find the pearl
of great price
casting the star
named Wormwood
into every river
made bitter
unwilling to say—Enough!
until every son and every daughter
has passed through the fire . . .
I stand off
and see the smoke of burning,
and the circle-jerk
of those who wax rich
through the abundance
of her delicacies.
O God! We all
(yes, stupid fuckers one and all)
invoked this beast insatiable
conjured
him from the smoky pit in order
to have our way with him,
this pet that does not merely
bite the tit
that feeds it—
it devours
all
sometimes
slowly
over time
sometimes
in one huge gulp.
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Tonight is beat poetry at dVerse MeetingtheBar. Even if you aren't up to writing tonight, you owe it to yourself to head on over to read Gay's informative article. I took inspiration tonight from Ginsburg, John of the Apocalypse, Jeremiah the Old Testament prophet, and human greed and stupidity. Seemed like a good blend for a beat poem to me.
