Monday, April 29, 2013

4350. AND SO I SERVE GOD AND MAMMON

AND SO I SERVE
GOD AND MAMMON
'This ain't no finger food, mind you, what I'm serving;
this is all I've got. The life-chandeliers have already
come crashing down, and the dark room only echoes
hurt. Every table-top for miles around already bears
the marks and cuttings of sacrifice and woe. Even the
thundering voice above has spoken out : 'Stop! Stop!
Enough of your bloodied meat and blackened corpses,
no more dead sheep, no more dead horses!''

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

One of your best. Haunting.

--A.E.