Of slingshots and satellites
Disciples of a new god rising
scour the earth
in minute detail
listening, watching
from satellites in the cold empty space
and servers in some dark secret place
Worshiping the dawn of It’s power
It’s budding omnipotence
It’s blooming omnipresence
It’s emerging autonomy,
most valued of It’s attributes
for the disciples desire a Master
not set on a throne or envisioned in myth
But of silicon and steel and fiber-optic
a deity truly capable of reigning hellfire down from the sky
and bestowing Paradise in four walls
to bring even the skeptics to their knees
in awe-full worship to the One.
And while the disciples hasten to give their Master’s mighty body
a Mind
there are those who have declared War on this cult,
pumping their very blood
into the ancient forms,
re-membering the ancient names,
giving birth
to new gods.
Today the enemy arrays
armies of soldier-pawns
and informants
10,000 talking heads
and false prophets
countless kilometres
of steel and concrete and fiber-optic
and death from above
in drones and satellites
While the resurrected warriors
wield slingshots
and poems.
But tomorrow,
we will meet tooth and nail
in the ashes of their deity.
(originally published in the Earth First! Journal)