Alligator Of Ambition
© Surazeus
2025 05 01

If the indifferent butterfly of chaos
remembers riddle of the secret name
my mother invented from scattered stones,
then I can gather apples of the mind
from lonely grandmother tree by the lake
who teaches me how to discern the fake.

Yet pretty horses of the Renaissance
tell cute jokes about me behind my back
so I spread cape of Mithras to the wind
and surf on alligator of ambition
to chase the Holy Ghost to halls of Heaven
where she grills hamburger for me to eat.

Two boys, who are the sons of rival sisters,
leave the river village to join the army,
and one returns a mutilated corpse
while the other returns on a white horse
as the general who conquers the whole land
and crowns himself the King of Everywhere.

Though watchers in wheat fields disturb the sun
with angry rain from the storm-breeding seas,
the sky unfolds as banner of wild flame
that guides the refugees from brutal wars
to invade valley of the singing skull
where old people sell loaves of loneliness.

Descended from son of the Teuton king
who threw his broken sword into the lake,
the boy, who pretends he is the fierce wolf,
gives ring of his mother to the sad girl
who waits in the carriage with broken wheels,
so she runs away with him to the moon.

Since I am son of the blonde Gothic girl
and the black-haired Hun on the wind-winged horse,
I declare myself king of the whole world,
then beat everyone who laughs in my face
till they give me their sisters as my wives
then burn down my feasting hall at midnight.

After they all vote for the narcissist
whose face overshadows ghost of their souls
in the fractured mirror of world events,
we scatter chess pieces across the sand
because Death will always win game of life,
then eat apple pie as the sun burns out.

The shrieking whistle of the passing train
fades into sunset of the movie screen,
so I dream how the world changes the rules
to restore the Roman Empire today
from Europe, Russia, and America
forged by the shining son of Taranis.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury in the court of Taranis as the presidents of all the countries in the world assemble to feast at his coronation as Emperor of Earth.

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