Mummy Story
In ancient times in a faraway land, there once was a mummy
Who once was a (not good) person, corrupted by power and money
Having forced castes of people enslaved to build his and their tombs
Consolidated industry to build some fancy pyramids and a nice room
To die adorned in, to rot out eternity, cursed-of-the-world cursed dummy
In ancient times in a faraway land, there once was a mummy
The pyramids arose on backs of those crushed underneath
Creating an instant satisfaction empire of click-to-shipping
Turning the world already haunted crazy upside down
While The Amazon is logged off for profit raized to the ground
Derainforesting Earth's last choked lung, carbon sink inverted
Turning gulf streams upside down and the world more deserted
Until the next product launches, this more literally, in rocket trips
Following ol' Pharaoh's tomb into space, leaving a retailpocalypse
In a phallic space sarcophagus into a trashmosphere fit for a curse-wakened
With vipers like cords with plug-prongs hissing at us when we break-in
Lead by Labor organizing our spell to seal the capital curse smiling scummy
In space– in a prime binding, we wrap– the curse of the mummy.
— Adam Powers
Return of Climate Ghost Stories
Happy hallowhatever week. Sharing a couple climate ghost stories this week… because when else does it make as much thematic sense? Well, besides all of the time. Invoking Bowie —
On the other hand, what I like my music to do to me is awaken the ghosts inside of me. Not the demons, you understand, but the ghosts. — David Bowie
For the back catalog of ghost stories I shared this summer, head here:
These are written as hymn lyrics — so they’re intended to flow like an old children’s book rhyme— that either come from the pov of a specific individual or spin out a climate crisis mythos from a classic horror trope.