Gods in the great marketplace
thunder down shiny aisles
shopping cart war chariots
wheels wobble and screech
scarring waxed white tiles.

Collide with metallic clash
as child in basket screams
they race toward
piles of heaven on sale
19.99, or two for one.

The gods at war
not for the last morsel of food
but for the last discount
TV or gaming console
on holy Black Friday.
Thanksgiving now just
a day of feasting and rest
before the annual battle.

Sacrifices must be made:
a child trampled, a neck tazed,
eyes pepper sprayed.
Minimum wage slaves
hungry for holiday pay
crushed at the gates
upon altars of GDP.

Wide eyed crowds stand
hands held high, screens aglow
filming the spectacle of combat,
the shoving, the victors
wrestling precious boxes
like battle standards
from grasping fingers.

Let the world adopt
our customs, kneel at
our sacred altars.
Look how mighty
we have become!