Pilgrimage to Oil Fields

Pilgrimage to desolate forests
One worker and odd math
Pardoned magic like mercy for siblings
decanted souls on the edge of fences
on screens with skin and salt in HD
touching the Right like a snort of cake
dribbling a heart attack across the field
never pardoning their neighbor for tall grass
love is an empty enterprise under capitalism
real love is in the back seat drinking
milk and mildew hollering at the ocean
will oil bring their lives back?
will an extra $2.00 in your pocket for gas
lead to the salvation of the saved and the guilty?
Thank God for oil and comets and dead dinosaurs.
God was a combustible engine all this time.