Wickedness Of Humble Gods
© Surazeus
2025 07 31

Assembled in the Septisolium,
the seven Sibyls of the ancient world
vote for high priestess to reign as Ishtar
who performs her role in globe theater
with courage of ecstatic heresies
that flicker as stones deep in flowing streams.

When holy spirit of the reborn world
undulates over meadows of wild flowers
I bind anxiety of aimlessness
with fierce assertion of the dragon bone
through devastating grief of consciousness
entangled in brambles of constant hope.

Reluctant to appease aggressive men
with foreign concept of volatile faith,
she roasts sea-dragon steaks on flaming grill
for people gathered on the ziggurat
to feast on nostalgia of social dread
where purple petals swirl in evening air.

Unloved by phantoms of the nameless dead
who haunt library halls of college towns,
she lies in hammock by the river shore
beneath the mountain of the howling clown
who appears at midnight as the white wolf
aware that she still loves the fallen god.

Through curving river of time-tapered dawn
we swim beyond grim sorrow of cold fear
to shiver helpless on bright ocean shore,
amazed at beauty of this changeless world
that jolts our stubbornness for coiling time
that swirls unmoving through cracks of regret.

Blue gleaming fish of political views
flops wildly on the marinated sand
to speak of social values we should share
that caters to petroleum innocence
if Saturn shelters Ishtar from the storm
with bright sincerity of honest love.

Pianos ring across white desert dunes,
transported on steel wings of Icarus,
to highlight wickedness of humble gods
who plot new revolution against hate
exploding from pool where Narcissus drowns
by sending get-well cards to dethroned kings.

When horses break from stones of verity
at haunting toll of glass cathedral bells,
we gather round the fountain pool as ghosts
to ask World Savior for faces to wear
till we disappear in long symphonies
which entrance the rich with strange fantasies.

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Orpheus and Ophelia fish together in the mountain lake and listen to birds chirp in fruit trees.

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