Lawrence Hall, HSG
Their Ephemeral Temples Look Much the Same
Their ephemeral temples
look much the same
In a semi-circle the
faithful sit or stand
And turn their eager faces
to an altar flood-lit
To be magicked by their
leaders and gods
They wave their arms in
ecstasy and awe
As lantern-slides of flags
and martyred heroes
Ripple as electronic waves
beamed into their eyes
Commanding free obedience
through spontaneous scripts
At dawn
Contractors will tear away
the plywood and paint
Take down the plastic
statues and columns
The recordings of
programmed emotions
And heave them into the
beds of rented trucks
Preaching or politics, or
some other game:
Their ephemeral temples
look much the same
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