Boomtowns Gone Bust

When nations give God the middle finger,
Remnants of his bronze-age wrath may linger
And mess with investments or data-plans
Or gender (both the mother’s and the man’s).
National cycles of slow boom then bust
Reveal the limitations of our dust—
And the Lord who prospers may change, and curse
From behind the facade of our universe.
A tech-addled farce: that’s the dying face
Of our graceless, depraved and inhuman race
Glowing with sin; lit up by tiny screens
Upon which the globalist ends and means
Seep into clueless souls. These dead-in-life
With which our funereal times are rife,
Live for online shopping, Facebook, and sports
Immune to all the incoming reports
That their doom is hastening on its way
Inexorable progress, no delay . . .
With the Sovereign Lord, there is no plan B
For the tools of a godless technocracy.

Twilight’s wind now stirs.
In sacred grove leaves tremble . . .
Shoot. Lost my damn keys

2 comments on “Boomtowns Gone Bust

  1. bwarren says:

    After reading this, I imagine blow up dolls rising in rapture and am sure that everything will be fine. Or at least close to the same. Sigh.

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