Marx predicted.
Capital never sleeps.
In continuous motion
to suck all that its forked
and flicking tongue
can reach in its craving to beceome
multinational, multi-planet--
all-dominant universes —Black Holes.
(Let's give them names--Walmart. Chevron. Disney.)
And we the ruined shops and souls
are their fuel.
And we are the stars that twitch then
vanish over their event horizons,
torn into invisible bits
where once we were whole beings
who created all manner of gods and angels
to save us from all manner of hells
but who are helpless before a force
that swallows light itself.
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