A poem in six senses: Part 1
At
the core is beguiling a threshold of the masses
To
hunger, nay demand with a fury of warmongering blood thirst
Institutions,
campaigns, and industrial machinations
Which
are against our self-interest
To
contort a vial of will into such paradoxical contradiction
One
is set from birth to sip the vaccine of untruth
So
that the inoculate feeds us myth, superstition, and legend from the lips of our
parents
In
doses of mirth, religiosity, salvation, and avarice
The
base needs of the vehement capitalist democracies are booster-injected each
Christmas
The
carousel churns in bassinets with teddy bears promised down chimneys
By
white bearded father-figures clad in cotton-suits from a distant northern
outpost
No
one has ever seen or is allowed to visit
Child-like
elven labor-loving factories prepare toys without pay or trade union
As
if for the magical cogitations of jolly rolling in the plump-belly of a
flying-sleigh redcap
These
contraption-blessings are bestowed by an omnipresent eye of Sauron
Scribing
a list of haves and have-nots segregated by obedience
The
pill is slipped into the exuberance of believing the man came in the night
As
children rise to see the orchard blossom in living rooms as parents
Snap
photographs and well-wishes before dressing the lot for morning services
The
hook has pierced the gums as to the benefit of an annual faith Olympics
This
sugar-laden dosage of untruth readies minds so that circumspect antibodies
Desist
attack upon the invader; sensorial stimuli from womb to vaginal eruption
Of
sight, smell, sound, taste, and touch are mystified into debatable harbingers
For
faith to become the sixth as the empirical is bartered for the rhetorical
Best-dressed
younglings sit aligned to hear the story of the virgin-birth
Absent
penile insertion, ejaculation or even ovulation if the specificities
Of
faith’s threshold about pubic hairs in barnyards and risen celestial bodies
Of
angelic ornamentation herald lordships and fealty
On
another’s annual remembrance of birth where we receive the presents
The
second layer of medication is dispersing in the vein, the wanting of the
material
In
gold, frankincense and myrrh like a trinity of we know one, and assume to also
desire
The
other two never seeing or smelling, but the pages and the masses spoke of their
marvelousness
So
in we are taught to aspire for the carrot and chase the dancing fairy
Paying
us for our worthless oral body-baubles in money for blood
Under
our pillows and chocolate-animals in a confectionary idolatry to conquer death
We
have a cycle from crib to grave to extirpate the hunger to question
To
be washed in a baptism of apathy
I
have given you the answer; want nothing more, faith is all you need
Accept
the matrix in these years of parental absolutism before the vanguards of mental
acumen assemble
So
that by passing age six the sixth-sense has solidified
So
that a mother and father may crack the seal of disappointing acknowledgement
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