The Cargo Cult

Here where the pilgrims walked on knees
up the grooved stone ramp to where
the Oracle held court, unknotting
the twisted threads of the Three Fates
Here let us prop up our plastic tablets
and invoke the Sacred Prophets of the Market
Here where the ancient ones carved Hymns
to Apollo who slew the serpent of the gods of chaos
Let us clamp on headphones and see
if we can dial them up again
Here where the initiates courted Life and Death in masks
and were cleansed by blood offering
Let us commune with our devices and seek council concerning
a good Taverna with exceptional dolmades
They, who built such structures as these
who carved these columns and wrought these marble gods
receiving grace and favor from them
Are we not the same as they? Are we not due as much?
So set up here a cardboard altar
extrude an oracle of polystyrene
and let's get these blessings bestowed
while there's still time for Lunch