King David Weeps
© Surazeus
2025 09 25

Sitting on the street corner by the bank
where cars and people stream by in sunlight,
King David plays the psaltery on his lap
and sings with eerie voice of aching hope,
"the Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want,"
barely heard behind rumbling traffic noise.

We live the strangeness of our mystery
unsolved by magic-eyed sleuth of the moon
who sells salvation to the gullible
with certain agony of sweet contempt
for ancient woman of the lonely field
who scatters seeds of flowers in my heart.

To penetrate the shadow of despair
with words carved from the meteor of the mind
King David bends steel beams with his bare hands
through calcified regret of withered veins
by measuring beauty on scales of desire
despite unhappiness of wretched joy.

Though everything is pulse of molecules
that flash in boundless void of everywhere,
we search for primal cause of all existence
in hollow dream of everything we bought
before the Devil tries to sell it all
while we search oblivion for true love.

In this brief moment called eternity,
where we live in confusion of blind faith,
King David draws weird vision of our hearts
presenting cave homes on the river shore
where we have lived for thirteen thousand years
by carving laughter from heart-warming stone.

Because the ocean drains into the sky
in burnished waterfalls of restless words
we scour clean blood-stained cathedral walls
so spiders weave vast web of mirror eyes
with obsolescent spells of ardent faith
designed to make our lives more interesting.

Though the sun fits inside his living room,
which partitions time in fragments of dream,
King David paints the American Crow
as divine savior of our broken world
that urges us to cherish obstacles
which make us stronger as we strive to live.

Nothing appears to be attainable
as magic treasures of the talisman
that alerts us to the treacherous trap
when we build walls of paradise from lies
to nest our homes in cavern by the sea
where King David weeps for his lost Lenore.

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Orpheus teaches young shepherd named David how to improvise narrative verse tales about social heroes while he strums melodies on the lyre carved from dinosaur bones.

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