Fish Eggs Of Insanity
Fish Eggs Of Insanity
© Surazeus
2025 10 10
When I eat fish eggs of insanity
to understand soul of eternity,
my heart swells huge as spinning globe of dreams
that angels weave from conscious memories
so I can open wings of honesty
and soar above the endless maze of myths.
When I was no more than seven years old,
my father sold me for three bags of rice
to grim woman of the courtesan house
so now I smile at vile state ministers
while strumming taut strings of my aching heart
and sing love songs to earn my right to live.
When I confront the humble town blacksmith
for not sharpening my dagger enough
to defend myself against drunken counts
because I must pay my debt to live safe,
he frees my heart and soul from servitude
so the whole town attends our wedding feast.
When we sign petition of grievances
against cruel governor who steals our land
and forces us to build large palaces,
he tortures and whips the signers in rage,
so my humble blacksmith husband guides us
to fight against corrupt state ministers.
When we ask for help from the government,
the governor attacks our council hall
and slaughters everyone with swords of greed,
then binds my humble blacksmith husband high
on punishment pole before palace gates
where he bleeds to death in the bitter heat.
When the king slanders his innocent name,
declaring without honest evidence
that he lead rebellion against the state,
I weep before his arrow-riddled corpse
while holding child I bore after his death
and burn his suffering spirit in my heart.
When I kneel before secret cavern pool
to set his skull with reverence on the stone,
hot tears I weep in dark water of fate
transform into immortal fish of truth
that lays scarlet eggs of insanity
which sparkle bright as rubies in my heart.
When I eat fish eggs of insanity
to preserve suffering of my family,
I wander mad in market villages
asking everyone with eyes bleeding tears
if they have seen my humble blacksmith husband
for his soul lives again in our brave child.
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Orpheus cradles old woman as she dies in his arms, and listens to tragic story of her suffering when her humble blacksmith husband dared to oppose corrupt ministers of the state.
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