Moloch Revealed
Moloch Revealed
“I've seen their ways too often for my liking
new worlds to gain
my life is to survive
and be alive for you”
–Paul Kantner, Jefferson Airplane
entrapped by a box
plugged in tight
sealed in sweat
souls stuffed
deeply inside these modern lives,
but faking it
this time…
oh box,
you clench, maintain our gaze
squeeze our minds
till our choked red eyes tear,
till our throats
scream:
Worship
Moloch!
trapped inside that box
no exit,
disguising obvious addiction
instead pretending promises
of a more efficient age
decadent box
all I choose not,
it is not my soul inside
it is my face you hold!
youtube box
feigning our heartbeats
trapping our breaths
so rooted
concealed inside your blackhole
Moloch grants no exit…
instead, we exist in a space between
practice playing mutually staggering foreigners
devoid of empathy
blind stricken prisoners
dull to intimacy
midnight grave robbers
caught stealing discarded body parts
and in that space between
Moloch box robotic thrives
Palo Alto fruit box,
a Trojan Horse
leaking its poison cider,
and Moloch presumes to fill that void:
electric battery charging off dada googled-out sugar rush
substituting counterfeit
multitask pseudoconversations,
distractions,
Moloch, mind grave robber,
spirit seducer
hijacker of the heart!
(oh my darlings,
there is no substitute for your sweet kind eyes
reading my breath,
anticipating each heartbeat…
your breath, a bluebird’s-
Moloch sacrifice box
no substitute
for that person over there)
then my darlings,
unplug Moloch-
strangle its nefarious lifeline
exscind those thumbs flying across keypads
madness through the night,
hey, please,
implore your better angels
to reject those boxes-
Moloch is not
some sentient creature conceived
to sit by fires
to embrace our hearts,
to celebrate our lives-
Moloch decadence
only translates us into
make believe masters
stricken demigods,
dizzy bewildered fools
ready to be sacrificed
and ultimately devoured by the fire
May, 2016