We Hear The Weeper
© Surazeus
2026 02 01

If every dream deferred were to explode
with fear from sweet syrup of rotten meat,
then Red Maria with hands of hawk wings
will lead the hungry refugees of war
across the Jordan River of despair
and to crumbling church where devils sing.

When Red Maria passes by my home
to tell us how the new day has begun,
we turn away from where war always burns
to hide in silver mist from factories
that shroud the lake of fish in silent rage
where singing stones inform us of the score.

If we should all arrive in Lombardy
where rumors of mutual acquaintances
reveal secret code of conspiracies,
I shall prowl restless archives of my mind
to find the gentle Monster of our state
who wants to sing instead of scaring us.

Hydra-headed bird of America
lurches with wounded wing of arrogance
across the windy prairie of the heart
to ask if Red Maria could restore
score for our cheerful tune of nourishment
despite how milk-cart horses wait for wealth.

We hear the Weeper in the doorless home,
whose voice is querulous with shrill regret,
express blind silhouette of wordless grief
explicit with strange idiom of the street
preserved in dictionaries no one reads,
since we are all reluctant witnesses.

Packed on the bus that bears dead souls to Hell,
we race through forest of the howling wolf
in vain attempt to escape bombs of rage
by seeking ticket to the Promised Land
without pretense of pleasure in fine art,
hearts tangled in strings of the violin.

We face our fate with courage of the fool
while all the world weeps at harsh tyranny
established by cruel kindness of the king
who would pardon both assassin and thief
by stabbing them with smile of unfair law
that traps us in these strange times of despair.

Over the trading world in fractured ship
Odysseus sails beyond all legal bounds
to grasp lost treasure with his diamond hand
by selling coal to peasants in glass shacks
who vote for Sun Thief as World President
while clutching at their useless dreams deferred.

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Orpheus rescues Red Maria from masked agents of the state who attempt to arrest her for being a human being, and hides her safely in the doorless house where she weeps so everyone can hear.

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