MOLOCH
Perhaps he has been
restrained by chains of tenderness,
Perhaps grids of love
have blocked off his path,
Perhaps perfumes of
goodness lull his power,
Perhaps a flagstone
of wisdom reinforce his cell,
But the beast starts
to fidget about restless,
And naught could ever
contain his hungry awakening;
Cry for your litter,
women,
They won´t go on
living a long while,
Not when with a
millennial bloodlust
Moloch comes back.
