Ten thousand Chernobyls rise to bless us
For the Kali Yuga machine age of Progress.
Energy is dirty when it promotes desire,
When it starts smoking after smoking fire.
The car has carried us to the precipice of disaster
With no one to stop it, not even the Master.
Gog and Magog lead us in Cadillac comfort
Into carbon deserts- without water for our thirst.
Like lemmings we race into blind and cruel chaos
To celebrate the supremacy of Thanatos.
We happily drove away with a honeymoon whore
And now, now we still cry out for more, and more.
Darvish walks into a flaming dark green horizon
With the beloved’s name his only orison.
