This seems a collection of related poems, each of which I like a lot. The whole has me trying to fit them together.Seems you use a lustful love with unfortunate side effects as metaphor for several world conditions. So many great lines in this!
Where we know the names of the war mongers and death dealers by heart
And yet can hardly raise a cheer for anyone who speaks peace?
I am the ageless in your temple.
I am the stardust on your throne.
What are you going to do now?
Sing like weasels to the merciful god to save us.
to name just a few.
Thanks. Sometimes I'm good at penning these lines; but I see them sometimes as flash fashion and though that may make me a contemporary to some I'm mainly of my own opinion to write what I feel, and so I'm not that popular in some quarters with what I say, so it's good to have someone say they can see where I'm coming from or at least like what I do...
I know the feeling!