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Where Souls Are Sold

by Matt Panfil

 

Deep within the still-beating heart of my bloodless city

Black suited bankers kneel before a throne of gold: their God

Pay sacrifice in blood that’s olive green and slippery black

the blood of products!-

Products they produce in endless rows that

Smoothly roll off black conveyer belts,

Greasy with the slime of slickened dollar bills

 

The worn and trembling hands of men and women

Fresh from Chinese cancer villages

Their babies dead and shriveled

Tainted infant formula, toxic children’s toys-

 

While, half a world away, those who can afford to do so:

Apply synthesized oils on their naked flesh,

Consume processed packaged goods,

Guzzle bottled water laced with petrochemicals,

Nibble shiny poison-polished oranges,

Chew chicken fresh from ammonia baths

 

It’s in this place where souls are sold

-and black with mold-

Whole libraries burned in a bonfire

Blazing since the revolution

Consuming ancient wisdom

Blackened to a crisp –

 

Now,

Lost shamans dip into the potent snuff,

the earthy stuff that deconstructs existence,

Or, reality consensus

 

Prophets loose like mad men search for words along the plastic shore

Crushed pills like grains of sand beneath their naked feet

While in demand instead

are talking heads which smile pleasantly, eyes lost,

and tell us everything they think we need

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