They are blackened by their business // they burn in the name of Prometheus // burn the suburbs // until all that’s left // is flattened & fecund // & they can see // far as the vanishing point // survive on the spoils // that bloom the Beginning.

 

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Believe this: Prometheus // spake unto me & said // start fires // it’s the true path to godhood // also we have some atoning to do // for this shit mess we’ve caused // so burn it all down // & like a fucking phoenix // let’s rise again // into the kingdom of godhood

 

When I touch // each flammable thing // matter reduces itself overnight // & morning shepherds black fields // smoking in the dew // the horizon is essential // I am the witness // I am the glory

 

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Now a following of six disciples // a sacred cow named Lucy // pulls a baby blue Toyota // loaded with tents // & tools of destruction // & the divine seeds // of new growth // which we gather & sort  // & learn to love // keep them warm & dry // together we return // the earth to earth // ashes to ashes // let us rise from this waste // I am thy prophetess

 

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My tongue is a lit match

 

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Believe this: hell is a hungry mouth // & this place these identical houses // this is hell // we must torch every inch // of the fucking suburbs // those pale green houses // garages mailboxes stop signs // yea all is reborn flame // becomes riotous untamable gardens // between fields of ash

 

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Believe This: we gather // at night // fire on the horizon // fire roasting food // I speak unto my people: // fire is life as well as death // we are the eagle // as well as the children // of Prometheus // today’s raccoon hast given // in life as in death // thus we chant we share // in the eating of liver // thus the liver is life sustaining // say it : Prometheus was martyred // for us

 

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We found a shopping mall // empty fountain as its heart // sledge hammers & flame throwers // & still it took us a moon to flatten // now plastic plants are melted // gobs of green // & a forest will find & fill // the Atrium Mall // a new kind of heaven

 

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Believe this: your heart // beating & failing // you are not prepared for godhood // until you redeem the maker // feed the fire // I am the hands of Prometheus // you are his tinder // your soul the spark

 

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We travel & torch // whatever structures stand // along the blackened road // carrot flowers grasshoppers cattails // I collect & eat these gifts // in the merciful shade // of trees or ruins // shelter for the fire-lit night

 

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Believe this: who in the past life // ever hovered a palm over // warm coals of a god’s work? // who ever held the smoking dawn? // matches lighters flamethrowers // these are the tools of redemption // gift of Prometheus // I am thy servant

 

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Met another person // scuffed circles in the ashes suspicious // until violence // love knew us // we twisted til ashes // scraped off // skin & blood // oh humanity

 

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The beauty of broken churches // in all that crumbling // architecture like whale ribs // rotting on a beach // we fucked // we were the inner organs // thump thumping away // our bodies lit with stained light // until the walls shaken // & the whole thing fell // around us

 

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Believe this: the man was chosen // by Prometheus himself // & sure as shit // his seed planted in me // & will grow unto a new generation // the surety of godhood // the promise of the promisedland // I am thy prophetess

 

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Ashes smudge again // my skin my shadow

 

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My belly is a moon // & sloshing around // is the first child of the Beginning

 

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Believe this: Prometheus maker of man // from mud & thoughts // spun together // the story sung again & again // so sacrifice bones // & feast on venison // for Prometheus gifted us fire // & all the destruction thereafter // the eagle eats his insides // feeds them to her young // each daytime // & nightly his liver blooms // so the story goes // resung now for you // child of Prometheus