Foreign Exchange Students?

They're all parasites, He says. Fleas on His back and nape his tridents tail His fiery mane. They circle around His burning boils licking their ashes - anguished dust they crawl through the labyrinths -of His eyes taking subway journeys to crumbling monolithic churches suckling on blood and brimstone and fire! They call themselves, banker's tourist asylum seekers stock-exchange material world leaders they call themselves foreign exchange students? Liberated economic market equity slaves they call themselves the avant-garde but they're all his brothers His suckling sisters His riving desires, His lust flea-like rolling around on their bellies whispering please 'Lord, save us.'