Most Lonely Telephone
© Surazeus
2026 01 26

If I ever forget why children cry
I will become the most lonely telephone
that never rings across the countryside
where I hang out on trunk of the old elm,
ignoring angels falling from the sky
in terrible war against silver planes.

When she finds the gold-spotted serpent egg,
Tellus slips it in straw basket of grass,
then runs graceful as lithe deer in the woods
to small cave by the gleaming pool of gems
where she fries it in the skillet to eat,
then leans against old elm to count the crows.

Young slender man in brown suit and red tie
steps from the motorcar in polished shoes,
and asks the girl with flowers in her hair
where he can find the waterfall of wrens,
so she leads him through shadows of old elms
while chattering about how angels cry.

Three grim men in black suits with machine guns
burst into the grove by the waterfall
where Belenus stares in shock of surprise,
but Tellus twirls around and kicks the guns,
and fights all three goons in martial combat,
whacking them on their heads with willow wand.

After they run away into the woods,
Tellus sits on the grass and spreads her skirt,
then offers him sandwich of beef and cheese,
so he devours her lunch with eager joy,
then recites poetry while they drink wine,
and she dances gleefully at sunset.

Embraced in twinkle of eternal stars,
Belenus and Tellus make love with relish
of passionate bliss with blooming of flowers
that tremble when bees drink nectar of faith
to pollinate their pistils from their stamens
till sunburst scatters dew to soak lush hills.

When their son Lugus reaches eighteen years
he joins the royal rifle regiment
sent overseas to hills of Hindustan
where he climbs rugged trail to mountain cave
and falls in love with graceful Parvati
who plays haunting melodies on the flute.

While Lugus is building new four-wheeled wagon
and Parvati is frying Paratha bread,
grand silver airplane of imperial power
drops righteous bomb that blasts their mountain hut
and rips their bodies so they lie on grass
trembling in pain as they embrace and kiss.

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Orpheus visits graves of Lugus and Parvati with letter that Tellus wrote with trembling hand just after her eightieth birthday in the garden of her loss.

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