A Song, to the Slough

A Song, to the Slough October 19, 2011

In canyons of glass and Granite
The vale of numb and silent tears
A Gabriel trumpet sounds, solitary and keening
Like grace in the heart of a sinner
Calling all who hear, to flee
The desolation of greed and avarice
To not look back, not once
Lest Moloch seduce and ruin.

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  • Mark Gordon

    “Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!

    “Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!” -Ginsberg, Howl

  • Mark – yep. Ginsberg and John Coltrane are two great American mystics of their era.