Moloch, from coverjunkie.com |
What sphinx of cement and aluminum
bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch!
Moloch
the loveless! Moloch the heavy judger of men! Moloch who employed
whole intellects, who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time &
Space through images juxtaposed, to recreate the syntax and measure
of poor human prose with superior technology; and sent the best minds
of Silicon Valley onto the streets, looking for a
spatial fix;
Creating the great
suicidal drama of madman bums, and pink-mustached hipsters:
who jumped in
limousines and loned it through the long streets where skyscrapers
stand like endless Jehovahs, trying to make a full-time living as
part-time taxi drivers; who dreamt of pings, of neon blinking traffic
lights, the noise of wheels and children; who wept at the romance of
the street;
who wandered
around and around at midnight wondering where to go; who accepted
into their private vehicles a battalion of conversationalists,
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and
anecdotes and hammers to the eyeball and shocks of surge pricing
receipts and jails and class warfare; who received a four-star rating
and screamed with joy;
who were promised
rates of fare and hourly guarantees that vanished into nowhere; who
chained themselves to the endless ride with predatory car loans; who
failed to pay unemployment tax and were dumped by insurers; or who
poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed were run down by exhaustion,
traffic, vitriol, the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality.
Moloch whose mind
is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money!
They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven!
They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven!