Thinking about Ginsberg’s ‘Moloch’ in the Howl.
Moloch no longer smiles in the dark
covered in grimy smoke of the Industrial revolution
does not breathe fiery fumes or
stare in glowing dark.
From far far away, Moloch is a beast. Moloch is ravager.
But now that I live within the beast;
now that beast has consumed me
crushed me under the cushioned seats and
air-conditioned rooms, filled with survivors.
Many have been consumed by it’s savage mouth
And many live withing the belly of the beast
not looking for a weapon to tear it open
and run free, rather sit inside quitely
and meditate in the silence.
LISTEN! to the war horns blaring outside
fires blazing, poverty, political agenda, riots, religious violence
corruption, corruption of the fourth pillar, commercialization, sensationalisation
water shortage, environment pollution, failure of educational systems, dictatorships,
SMOKE. SMOKE. SMOKE.
Everything will turn to ashes outisde
engulfed by flames emerging from Moloch’s eyes.
But inside, it is quite unlike–
Except for the sound of clickety-clackety
of keys being hit
bursts into an symphony
that enjoins the silent murmur of people.
Inside the belly,
we live as brothers,
survivors of the flame.
living our cubicled lives
Sheltering from his wrath.