(The title is a quote from a U.S. State-in the Deepest South-Delegate)

these new gods, deities of flash and cash

delight in human sacrifice as they stride across the world,

our backs their stepping stones, our faces to the ground.

we sing in worship, songs shouting possession;

we groan in pain, cries seeking recognition.

both go unheard by the hard indifferent dirt

and the gods pay no heed at all.

why should they, made in our image?