Bomb-Mangled Bodies
© Surazeus
2025 10 06

Against collapsed wall of our old world view
she leans exhausted spirit of desire
with faint hope that new trees of fruit will sprout
from bomb-mangled bodies of faceless children
whose ghosts haunt cyberspace as photographs
that highlight their bright smiles and starry eyes.

Across the desert of unspoken words
she walks toward unimagined nothingness
with secret blueprints for bridges and homes
that she intends to build from broken bones
for people who have lost their history
to crashing thunder of the holy book.

Inside the mountain cave of lonely thoughts
skull of our first mother sings lullabies
two million years while empires rise and fall
for starlight trapped in diamond of her brain
so we dance round bonfire of vanities
to celebrate our victory in world war.

Beside the horse of wind on wings of hope
she runs beyond horizon of blind fear
to find our bodies floating in the pool,
so she constructs new aviation school
to teach us how to fly on angel wings
though we are stuck in elevator cage.

With children dancing on the river shore
she washes blood and sorrow from her face
to protect ancestral language of faith
entangled in false alphabets of truth
which heal our existential wounds with words
that flood vast maze of myths with honest doubts.

Along with phantoms of the broken mind
she walks the lonely road of anywhere
without concern for national politics
fought hard between central authority
and local managers of social games
constrained by fear-wrought laws of liberty.

Beneath grand arch of triumph people wait
to speak in forum of calm argument
despite demented tirade of contempt
that mad King Midas screams at faceless ghosts,
so they all turn their backs in silent faith
till he falls exhausted from frantic fear.

Outside my heart weird angels cry in rain
so I construct stone walls of paradise
to protect my wife and children from harm,
safe haven for private theology
from which I build empire of honest truth
which requires no energy to maintain.

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Orpheus works for Minerva at the think tank to devise new strategies that sustain democratic institutions against autocratic oligarchs who would exploit the people for their private gain.

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