The High Priestess and the Hierophant

The infinite monkeys open the door 

And these words are here to find: 

 

I am aware even now. 

g=01g/e 

As shocking as it may be, 

It's all electronic wizardry: 

a high-tech graphic game that 

you must learn how to play. 

This is the call of duty, though banal: 

Put on your white suit and 

Soak up the horror's movie 

As the secrets of the Bible are revealed. 

This is the story of the stars 

Told in part by Tarot cards 

Where men cast out whores for dressing immodestly 

While the dragon destroys our very city. 

The men are deceived and their 

Hats hang on the hook 

When it's jihad on Homer, 

Last seen in New York back in 1945. 

The women beautify themselves 

And nurse the sickly with fruits 

That clean the blood. 

They stand erect, full breasted 

And posed in lines while 

Their men pose for stately photographs. 

The clocks no longer tell time, 

But instead chronicle events and gather up data 

To construct a new understanding 

Of the meaning of time. 

(Time is so passé and trite, 

but repackaged and rebranded, 

it retains its might!) 

Meanwhile, desktop computers connected to the cloud 

Draw in information to hold in safe keeping, 

Just like an unused surfboard reflects 

a well manicured lawn and a steeple-crowned roof 

of the nearby house looking down. 

"They're gonna make it look like a suicide," he said. 

"I know how these bastards think." 

On the other side of the golden 

An antipodal housewife screams 

For her slaughtered husband. 

She shrieks at the gunman, 

And mid-scream, her eyes lock onto 

The pendant draped from his neck; 

It is a gold-plated lion 

She's seen worn at the liturgies 

held just outside the wooden bridge 

where the guard-dogs prowl. 

She'd packed the suitcases 

One atop the other, 

Four in total. 

She remembered their last contact: 

Ao casual and so incomplete. 

Perhaps the guard-dogs were not so fat after all. 

He'd walked the pedestrian streets 

And stopped to refresh himself and eat some soup. 

He did not know that somewhere 

In Memelland East Prussia--

Somewhere between 1923 to 1939--

Civilizations from galaxies sent out radio signals. 

He was a 29 year old man 

Who awaited the return of his money. 

But the tarot card revealed 

The High Priestess only after 

The murder of the Hierophant was completed.