She is always a new god
Every morning an evening to the next
every man’s idea a slave to utility
asymptotic eschatology
murderous messianism
“god save the queen”
…god of what?
…queen of where?
progress
all for its own sake
blind corpophagy
dark seekers, light eaters
for-profit prophet killers
and sustenance!
dear sustenance!
Where for art thou
in all this progress?
in the heavy
pooling bead of sweat
ever bidding our brow’s tension?
won’t it spill
wont it spoil and waste?
nothing in progress sustains
progress is an escalator’s teeth
eating it’s thousandth size six
children’s shoe
progress is a thief in the night
progress is moloch
MOLOCH! The ever hungry!
And even this has been said
without progress to speak of
without restraint refounded in virtue
without men pausing
—even for Ginsburg
progress killed the saints of restraint
and we who are left
we are shoes to the escalator god
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