Another Secular Mass
“The drugs work quick.”
I am in a daze in a forest of cedar,
the ground trembling,
groaning under the pressure of
a thousand blaring beats.
Those intellectual Herrenvolk
look down their half moon spectacles
ashamed to acknowledge this
this secular flesh made man.
I stand upon a mound,
a golden idol among golden idols.
A mere speck in an infinite chasm.
Humbaba himself could not rid this wood of us.