Tragic Death Of Tammuz
© Surazeus
2026 06 27

Strange as it may seem, my heart is not dead
as the stone by the road. Terrible truth
sprouts as roses from graves of long-dead gods
who demand we worship them. Yet we laugh
with pleasure at soft song of waterfalls
that understand nothing about our hopes.

If fate unravels tangled consequence
which every action purchases from death,
my license to love might be revoked. Why
I am me and no one else who has lived
in history of the universe confounds
my heart. I find key of truth lost in rain.

When tragic death of Tammuz marks this hour
of frantic disrespect for scheduled trains,
fervent fans of Diana bring her gifts
she sells at auction to build hospitals.
Sweet scent of apple pie lures me to trick
three one-eyed devils with chemical faith.

I want to purchase angel wings of hope
at the dollar store under the highway
but I lost my wallet. I want to call
Minerva on the telephone and ask
how often she plays piano. Regret
is nothing more than emotional porn.

White clouds erase harsh mockery of the bard
who declares to the swamp of singing frogs
that he deserves recognition for poems
he shouts in the microphone. Fortune laughs
at his arrogant demand. Flowers bloom
through cracks in parking lots of shopping malls.

Since lilacs bloom from junkyard of my heart
at sudden death of our beloved guide,
I search stone walls of paradise to find
locked gate to garden of fruit trees. Despair
takes me on another date to cafe
where ghosts of children killed in wars play chess.

Too late to learn the violin of storms
that crack mirror of faith, I paint blank walls
of damaged innocence. Gibbous moon gleams
blood red through tangled web of grim oak trees
when fireworks celebrate how empires fall
from greed of oligarchs who steal our words.

While I wander strange sea of sophistry,
I find in library of singing skulls
diamond of lost truth that my mother found
in my heart when I was born. Children sing
about conceptual bombs that deconstruct
system of privilege angels protect.

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