Far From Falling Bombs
© Surazeus
2025 03 25

Because we pass through thick shadows of hope
while driving ribbon of moonlight alone,
we see our spirits dwelling in wild trees,
so we buy passports from the cavern ghost
to cross the border from our war-torn state
and live in the woods far from falling bombs.

Our misconstrued breath of hope for world peace
suffocates angry shadows of despair,
so we exchange faces by the pool of tears,
sure we will inherit the Earth from hate,
then walk the road of danger to the farm
where Phoebus plows fields far from falling bombs.

Twirling baton in parade of dead gods,
Minerva leads the marching band with pride
around the marble monument to ghosts
whose blood dribbles from red stripes of our flag
above the park where people eat roast steak
and waltz to music far from falling bombs.

Phoebus trudges plowed field in leather boots,
gathering crosses painted with false names,
and throws them in piles at the Gate of Heaven
where chanting crowd burns them under old stars
till wings of angels are crippled by rage
yet they try to fly far from falling bombs.

The beautiful sky of the Evening Land,
that shimmers with fire over country towns,
hides wordless horror as Nero plays lyre
and sings about the Trickster who deceives
to avoid service in the holy war,
and plays piano far from falling bombs.

Walking in forest of rebellious faith
to join convention of primordial gods,
I erase the road of my journey home
to dance on tightrope over the abyss
so you can find truth in skulls of dead seers
that speak with water far from falling bombs.

The clever child who graduates from fate
lights lamps along the frosted boulevard
to reciprocate horror with calm faith
when the luminous phantom becomes breeze
that rustles leaves of trees on fruited plains
in garden of hope far from falling bombs.

The old man in the boat on moonlit lake
sings ancient melody from Babylon
where cattle graze among the fallen pillars
with plans to rebuild Temple of the Mind
as haven for the ghosts expelled from church
who sing with new hope far from falling bombs.

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Orpheus teaches children the basic principles of music in the garden of dancing skeletons far from falling bombs.

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