Traveling through America, in search of the Shrine
you know the one, mister, the place that encapsulates
our nation’s fears, dreams, triumphs + loathing –
some say the shrine is a shopping mall
Mother Church of Consumerism
but you know better
it’s really a place deep in dank woods
guarded by militiamen since our founding
it houses not tomes devoted to freedom
but instead seeds of greed that flourish in fertile soil
step barefoot in its blackness
feel cool, moist dirt of forefathers
bow before the altar – the god of Cash Money
hands out like a pauper
tell none of your pilgrimage here
return to Suburbia + the nuclear family + microwave dinners
but don’t forget Who owns you.
(Photo by albert renn on Unsplash)
