Plastic

We men
     once tempted by the thrill of the hunt
          of the red kill and what it meant
Sedated
     by freedom — freedom and fakery
          by red dripping plastic

Lions fed for obeisance
     free steak in exchange for freedom
          indeed we've been built a wide cage

Brilliant Jews - and their lessers
     copiously note-making our paths
          "he likes steak on Sunday"

Either he was right, Dostoyevsky 
     or else it must become darker still before Dawn 
          and it's Nietzsche's way forward

Whatever we are
     homonarcissis bound by (and for) pleasure and death
          or transcendent Christians—Lucif-Aryans

We are being calculated
     and we are what we've been fed
          Plastic.