(03/11/1952) Deus Ex Machina

Deus Ex Machina
So has it come to this
The Hour of Peril
When Armageddon roils the storm of war
And kilted Mars bestrides a crumbling world
Of armor plated dragons belching flame,
Of slant winged harpies shading through a haze
Of incandescent fury
And of monstrous eggs
Ovum of a world gone mad with fear
And rationed thought

Such is the fate of gadget minded man
Who planted his faith in mechanistic thought
And sought no higher good than pleasure-pain
That now he finds his logic’s fatal flaw
In skew-wise reason

And his need for love
Is smothered in the coils of The Machine
Upon whose altar lies his lilted soul
Till Moloch’s triggered fingers arc the arms
That feed the flames

— Grady Louis McMurtry     March 11, 1952 e.v.

Originally published in Thelema Lodge Calendar, November 1990