Bones Of Dead Men
© Surazeus
2025 02 15

Numberless dice formed from bones of dead men,
smoothed round by endless sorrow of sea waves,
roll tumbling over sand of timeless hope
cast by Hand of Death with indifferent grin
when captain of our ship gambles for life
against grim embassy of wingless angels.

Alone in my small river boat of faith,
adrift on swirling sea of moaning mist,
swept downriver from wooded Saxon hills,
I see moonlit wrecks of enormous ships
floating sail-less toward dim Elysian shore,
captained by grim Charon with serpent eyes.

Then, smooth skin gleaming white as snowy fields,
huge demon of the sea, Leviathan
or Cetus with faithless wings of despair,
emerges from abyss of surging waves,
and gazes with indifferent frosted eyes
at me immobilized by gleam of truth.

Entranced by Mobius Strip of diamond eyes
which mirror boundless vastness of my mind,
enhanced by spectrum of eternity,
I read in flashing verses of bright stars
complex formulas that define pure state
contrived by liquid relativity.

With compass gleaming in my red right hand,
influenced by magnetic waves of light,
I sail straight across Sea of Oceanus
west through towering Gates of Hercules,
with pears from garden of Hesperides,
toward pristine island where Atlantis shines.

With quadrant pointing toward Unmoving Star
that fixes axis pole for spinning Earth,
I measure boundless space of surging tides
from gleaming pyramids of Babylon,
past apocalyptic Isle of Avalon,
to land on lush shores of Chesapeake Bay.

Since Moby Dick swallowed my fragile soul
and spit me on shore with mission from Zeus,
I walk back east from woods of Oregon,
where Liberty on high Takoma Mountain
gave me crystal globe scrolling human history,
to prophesy at the locked White House gates.

When Midas seizes thorny Crown of Christ
to crown himself King of America,
Minerva waves starred flag of Liberty
to fight against nationalist theocracy
so we support global democracy
to build strong United Nations of Earth.

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Orpheus sets thorny Crown of Christ in Zarathian Museum of World History as solemn reminder of the brief tyranny of Midas.

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