
Moloch – Mammon 2020

In collapse I wonder
How we will revert
How our grids will overgrow with opera leaves
When we find ourselves
Back on magical time
The mottled stone, the protein pill, the breaking cough
Each moment laid naked to be sacrificed or squandered
Hey, Collapse!
Come strip my robes, I’m ready
My adipose
My leisure — take ‘em
I am a snail asleep until I feel
The crack and pierce of my shell beneath the boot.
Gather up all the beautiful things
Ever written
Ever drawn
All the songs and teenage dreams
B-sides, napkin lyrics, campfire stories and librettos
Ball ‘em up into a sticky wad of hope
Now pack it good and shove it
Shove it right down History’s hole
Shove it right up to the elbow
Went out walkin this morning
Had to get some fresh air
Bunch of fungal fruit bodies
Pushin up everywhere
Hey now, pretty mushroom,
Weren’t there yesterday
Hike that skirt on up higher
Let those spores blow away…
Mushroom mushroom mushroom,
Always more than you seem
Share the Earth with your neighbor
In your mycelium dream
In your mycelium dream
Your mycelium dream
Hello, fellow wolfies!
Loosen your collars
Circle the mansions
Cordon the streets
God is the greatest!
The god of the Dollar
Cut down the traitors
Who rise to their feet
This is your hour
Your maelstrom, your making
The poem of Power
The physics of meat