Altered: “New Golden Calf,” by Andrew Dolidze

The prophet climbs
into the mountain fog.
Light flashes and
sheet metal shakes.
Time passes, faith fades.
The restless people are
placated when a fattened
golden calf descends
ex machina and hovers
over the stage—
the orange light, blinding.
The people dance—
supplicant and malleable
as orange ore.

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