VI
Images unfold as in the nebula’s memory.
The book bemoans the primordial
sin named virtue in the ecclesia
ancient murder eulogized in the
earthen altars and itemized and barcoded
like a wet dream, a blackened breeze
or a soiled carnation decorating
the primeval sin repeatedly graced
and sanctified by the greedy ghetto.
Yet four Golden Gates to Heaven
still stand firm while dividing
into castes, races, and creeds,
still enforces control in misusing
assets and generating misery and dread.
The Golden Gates to Heaven
meant to be like beacons for the
darkest nights of the
troglodyte’s dreamscapes. The Golden
Gates to Heaven guiding in all
pompousness, as always, leading in
shallow grandiosity and banality
to a fast-approaching oblivion
a path that they cannot escape.

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