ritualistic frenzy,

admiring the autocratic 80's Angel of Death

                    reggae ecstasy,

nuke-tipped missiles providing phallic imagery

                    plutonium punk-rock

mindlessly drumming, completes the emasculation process
 

            (cars whiz by full of Rocky Flats workers,

            who today will fashion yet another

            gleaming, growing, glistening monster)
 

who among the rootless, servile masses

                    would dare to join in such futile protest?

who, instead of proper worship

                    at the altar of insane progress,

would seek somehow to cast down

                    the golden calf of annihilation?
 

- T.H. Keyes