Glass Idol Of God
© Surazeus
2026 05 09

Faint light of afternoon glows sultry green
on pallid walls of silent living rooms
where shadows of people whose names I knew
fade into fuzzy memories few recall,
preserved by songs in aching melodies
that nobody ever sings anymore.

Embellished beauty, inherent in words
never spoken against oppressive fear,
teaches me to distrust bitter commands
that attempt to mute music of the streets
which reveals cracks in foundations of faith
then causes our great empire to collapse.

Sirens once lured sailors to crash bold ships
on rocks of lust to taste forbidden fruit,
but now sirens wail to warn of attacks
when angels of heaven in silver planes
drop bombs of greed on halls of liberty,
so the wounded wail in ruins of faith.

Exempt from greed that plagues weak hearts of men,
we wander toward siren song of despair
to gather round waterless fountain pool
where faceless people in travel-worn shoes
leave empty suitcases in piles of hope
while family photographs swirl in hot wind.

Our bodies mutate from statues of gold
to hunger-wasted zombies of blind faith
so we exchange hope-tattered dollar bills
to buy illusions of brave apathy
that clutter abandoned churches where ghosts
sing solemn hymns to glass idol of God.

Mother of Dignity, wearing black dress
stained with blood of angels, points to Glow Cloud
fractured into puzzle pieces of truth,
and asks why we are baffled by despair
embodied by old woman on the cow
who gives the thirsty broken cups of dreams.

Exquisite rant against dishonest men,
who succumb to surprise of carefree death,
provides glimpse into how gears of the brain
analyze mutation of our world view
so we see everything differently now,
since life is one long television show.

Though I lost mask of white ghost in my heart
that haunts waterless wells in horseless fields,
I almost feel reborn from flames of change
that blast institutions of social games,
yet jagged quartz that writhes in all my cells
traps my spirit in glass idol of God.

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Orpheus mold glass idol of God from tears of refugees who flee from homes destroyed by angels in silver planes sent to erase their memories from time.

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