Black Pyramid
Zoetrope God spins, resulting in lives,
years, movements. The world as optical toy.
Exhibit A: soul as special FX.
Weightless whiteness. Brief puff behind the brow.
Vestigial, if it exists. Most of
us don’t use it. Lose it. Adieu, virtue.
The possessed, exorcised of free will, float
same as saints. Not much difference these days.
Rent a movie from that new sub-genre
quickly filling shelves. “Torture porn.” Grotesque
perversions and mutilations worked up-
on women. Priests molesting children. Who
knows where it’ll end? Not television,
mental mosquito distracting us from
looking up and noticing that black hole
kept in check by science, magic and luck.
Juvenile diabetes soars. The urge
in charge. Binge / purge = fasting. INRI
had his day. Now we place our faith in cash.
Gluttony. Safe sex. Zombies start moving
faster in movies, then rise in real life.
Estates revert back to them. This time the
dead are the ones building the pyramid,
church leaders strangely mute on the topic.
Bored, we hit the buffet at Adam’s Rib,
as corpses push stone blocks up ramps all day.