Everything ancient men dreamed of we can now do,
Or, almost — living forever … soon enough
(Clones for organs, their consciousness suppressed).
But notice the cost our success has exacted.
Old schools moralized, greed’s the root of all evil,
Doctrine defunct throughout our history,
Never more so than now when greed is our creed.
But that’s just toothless bitching, as everyone knows.
What’s really mortal is moralizing itself,
Which has fallen so far out of fashion
That people prefer twits a’ tweeting trumped-up rants
Since they mean no one cares what you are doing
And you can hide in plain sight of frothing hatred
As you carefully plan to kill your neighbor
In the name of this or that or the other god —
Any one will do if she/he/it fattens your larder
And lets you lord it over your killingdom.
Murder will out, a poet once wrote,
But not in our world where murder’s the law
And the custom of the land to be honored
By all, the young and the aged, female and male,
In churches, schools, clubs, and arenas, wherever
Blood may run and brains may splatter and bones splinter,
As it was in the beginning, is now,
And ever shall be. Amen. Amen. Amen.