The night Chicago died...

When what you thought was a mass spectacle is really a mass ritual...

I just had to walk away,
disgusted by the pagan ritual
of 1933 (a nice Masonic number)
in the Windy City, where ancient
priests pulled down the power 
of Arcturian starlight to seal their 
deal with the devil in the 
sin a (Ma)gog of Soldier Field…

(where, at the Century of 
Progress(?) they fed a baby
into the flaming belly of Baal
and screamed in orgasmic delight)

Don’t believe me?

And isn’t it just 
too soul crushing to 
see 1000s of people
get together to
yell at a referee,
watch one wave of
steroid-bound men
crash into another,
boo when the ball 
flies out of bounds, 
buy tickets to the 
Olympics and reenact 
the mass of Moloch’s feast,
but not unite to rally 
for team Humanity as
new Hugo Boss-suited 
priests push us closer to 
the mouth of that beast?