Cities of Steel

Farasha Euker

With usura hath no man a house of good stone / each block cut smooth and well fitting / that design might cover their face, / with usura / hath no man a painted paradise on his church wall… Usura rusteth the chisel / It rusteth the craft and the craftsman / It gnaweth the thread in the loom… / Usura slayeth the child in the womb… / They have brought whores for Eleusis / Corpses are set to banquet / at behest of usura.

Ezra Pound, “Canto XLV”
I walk this lonely road,
but the only thing I feel,
is overpowering hatred
for these cities of steel.
No longer are we tied to
earth, mud, mother, life,
but we build our towers
of babel up into the sky,
and we think we are gods,
but the gods laugh at us
and our folly.
They could stamp out
our cities like a boot
on an anthill…
But not yet.
There are still
believers in the hidden
dark gods,
and so long as even one
follower of the gods
remains true to
the old ways,
they will let us fight,
so we may enter
Valhalla, where there
is no glass, no concrete,
no buildings of steel.
Let none enter here who
has ever used a “smart” phone.