Golden Calf

The Perfect Metal:

It was there [in solar ravishment

piqued over the tip of the mountain]

that we danced around

the golden calf.

We awaited law-books

to catalyze a golden age

at the foot of Mount Sinai:

worshiping in broad daylight.

They say that speech is silver, but

Silence is Gold. This all started

as a beat Meditation so

Daddy Moses, please

don't be angry with all us

wayward kids of Israel, blaming

this dance of whimsy

and delight in graven glint of brilliant gold,

round as crowns of kings.

All that golds is glitter and stardust, clouds

coagulated into chunks, the sacred ore.

Gold is born even

through earthquakes.

Mineral-rich waters are

pressure-cooked in

hairline fault-line fractures:

[EARTHSHAKEN]

This concept is a goldmine.

It's shiny and

It's rare/

So we seek to store it and adore it and

from it we decorate our magpie nest,

melt it down,

[we wayward Hebrew Hooligans]

who had the golden touch

in the burnished shadow

of Egypt's idols and Sumeria's cuneiform;

we who'd wandered far from

all her Grain, fasting, and

laden with sparkle of trinkets,

supposed to be a nest-egg

left in verses, reservation

for the golden years:

//: this time, not destined for minting nation's coin,

or as means of end to purchase,

but only in Adoration.

Nested in a heart of gold\

earth-extracted

solar is glitter

/soul\

a by-product of a Star's death

clogged with iron in the core reactor into

explosions of gold and silver

clouding clumped

nebulae of heavy metals

sought throughout the galaxy. Go for the gold!

(Supernovas scatter heavy metals such as gold and silver throughout the universe.)

Heaven and Earth

Come to One

in Gold

(bluest of heavens blackened incineration)

When it shines back the light

of the sun

Day by Day.

The halos of saints and angels

were colored in gold paint,

sheening orb and mandala;

therefore, our calf will not be forged of Fool's Gold

but of the true Material.

We have never possessed

Gold, but have carried it

with us along the way. It is something we have

seen in museums, and around

the collars and wrists

of attractive ladies.

Yet gold cannot be possessed/

even by museums.

Here it is: former currency free from its crucible;

Could have been money

in perpetual circulation.

There were necklaces and bangles to

encircle the necks and wrists

of the rich. But

instead we will melt it down

by power of fire and

forge

to form the molten mass

into a golden calf. [You could

almost hear its juvenile moo

as it chomps the tenderly

gilded grasses]. My cup runneth over.

We can buy nothing with it now.

The gold that formed this calf

is otherwise invested:

out of circulation and

useless to the world.

So very perfect now for dancing round and round

in animal raptures.

Oh Daddy Moses, do not

command,

along with High Priest Aron,

that we be slaughtered in the thousands

women and young included

for our gilded dance about this Calf

in such redounding merry roundels. Gold is madness, but

can translate star-shine into prophesy. Anyway,

It is not the idol that we worship

but the ray of sunshine

that it captures so well enraptured

as the sun goes forth

Day by Day

in mantic mantras.

Maybe in the future It will be

in a museum

behind glass

and will no longer be considered

IDOLATRY. Gold for gold's sake.