Ode to the Black Octopus

Then there was Jesus.
The Christ.
The Timeless One.

He both speaks and questions
existence and
all the fragile meaning
we hope to contain
within our days
like glass jars
filled with spice.

He is life’s essence,
distilled
preserved
saved up
and stored

we tried our best,
enthroned him within
religion
like one of those butterflies
pinned to a block of styrofoam
in a Victorian man’s
study.

But here we are and
here we go
another Black Friday
bleeding into Thursday
sucker-lined tentacles
greedily lapping up the crumbs
from under the masters table.

Time no longer stands
still for even
one
day
but rather
bleeds through
to
the next.

Fuzzy.
Muddy.
Slushy the end
of one days feed
fuels this market
economy in those
darkest moments
before
dawn’s early light

bombshells bursting in air
breaking
eternity into shards
of glass
gleaming
glinting
casting sunlight
(or is it pain)
across the open
windswept fields
and aisles
barren and
shaken stars, glinting
as crucifixion,
asphyxiation,
suffocation begins
the bitter end of
new
beginnings
for that one time only
low low price of
$49.99
plus tax.

Jesus
the Christ
the Strong in
meekness
weakness
bleakness
shines through it all.

These shards of
broken glass
catch sunlight,
prizms of
gratitude refracting
our consumer mindset in
a thousand
and one
directions.

Dispelled,
dismissed,
disgusted we must go on turning
towards Best Buy
and Target
and Amazon.com,
intent to consume
our salvation
one gadget at a time,

for screens
shall save us,
refracting light
not sunlight
but the generated kind,
man-made
not from heaven
but rather the heavens that we’ve created
a thousand
and one
paradises
not lost
but rather consumed.

Pass the gravy
We’ve got shopping to do.

God save us.

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