Reawakening

It is time once more.
The clock hands have made their slow way around the face
And the hour, though later, is the same.
The clever ape is losing his mind again.

Barbarity and intellect were never enemies;
Companions, rather, in the human journey.
What must be done will be done, and much that is needless besides.
Beware, ape, beware:
The Old Gods are reborn
And their blood-thirst is high on the hill winds.

There were those who thought them gone,
But they were fools.
They believed that because they could fashion an engine
Their fellows would make their own judgements.
They believed that social justice would prevail, because it was only right.
They believed that Man weighs the world in the balance,
Observes the proportions, then does the necessary.
If only to mean well were to do well.

They are quieter now
For the Old Gods are reborn.
They stalk the Eastern sands and the mind-forests of the West,
And they scream their blood-hunger from the backlit boxes and the radios.
They have thirsted for too long. They have slept.
Your minds will not save you now.