The New Deity

it's about things we choose to put on a pedestal for a god...

When eyes become blind,
monochromatic vision of
a flavorless life is
what we want
to escape from,
watching the bright
high tech flat screen
we got and set,
like a new god
on its den's pedestal..
We sit then we bow
our head in front of
the almighty black box
that shows us
how life is supposed
to be lived.
In kinky advisors' dreams.
Our nightmare.
Money, pleasure, sex,
Violence, power,
More we get
more we want,
More we want
more they give us.
Our wantings become our needs.
Our physical thirst and hungriness
Turn into a blurred feeling of
Momentary uneasiness,
a disturbing tingle
that distracts us
from what really counts...
The car we drool on each time we see
it on advertisement,
The item we would die for...
And just forget in a corner of our house.

We begin to recite the new prayer
We learned, adoring our new Deity ...

" I want it,
I must have it,
I would die without it,
I tremendously desire it,
Oh I need it, give it to me,
I will kill to get it,
I will sell
myself,
what I don't
possess,
I will sell what you own,
to please me,
to fulfill my desires,
because I deserve it,
more than you do."

And we recite it,
we repeat it still and again,
until the day when our
overfed head finally
breaks under the weight
of drawers full of
crappy things that will
never follow us into
the anonymous hole that
waits for our corpse,
our soul flying all around,
crying out ...
" Oh, I SHOULD have got
this funeral stone,
the one I saw !!!"
just before
the
fabulous
new
closet
we got
collapsed
on
us,
two days ago.

Too bad.