Children Of Brave Caliban
© Surazeus
2026 02 09

I remember when my brain was first wired
with shocking memories of frantic escape
from sharp-teethed monster with glowing gold eyes
so terror of harsh pain flooded my heart
with urgent energy of ardent hope
that helped me escape death four million lives.

Standing on street corner in downtown Gotham,
Zarthus contemplates how his brain perceives
the whole real world with complex virtual model
complete with alarm system that detects
danger in the form of men and machines
so he proceeds with caution down the street.

Four million generations of my soul
have survived for one hundred million years
since I was small furry mouse in the woods
running with intense passion to survive
till I transformed into long-legged cat
then climbed into trees and became lithe monkey.

Now I walk upright on two sturdy legs,
skill I learned floating in calm ocean tides
while dancing in electric surge of joy
along ever-winding shore of the world,
till I traversed whole landscape of our globe
so I know song of every mountain river.

Leaning against greasy telephone pole
while eating ice cream with leather-gloved hands,
Zarthus watches all the colorful people
of every shape and size and type and color
who populate our global maze of streets,
reborn as children of brave Caliban.

When Jupiter ruled Earth with lightning bolt,
brass martial wand tipped with emerald blade,
as judge of life and death on the ziggurat,
he chose his son Phoebus as the Crown Prince,
so Lucifer lead rebellion from pride,
then Adam had to vote who would play God.

Yet every god and king and emperor
who dared play god in mortal game of power
has rotted into dust of nothingness,
leaving nothing but skeletons and idols
to signify their legacy of power,
mute and blind head of Ozymandias.

Programmed by terror of death to survive,
I focus attention of crafting hands
to compose new ontological code
expanding religious creed of old myths
so faith includes respect for all world gods
who glow as ghosts of mortal souls long dead.

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Orpheus meets Zarthus for hamburgers at the Crippled Pegasus Cafe on Demon Street in downtown Gotham City to chat about the half-time show at the Super Bowl game.

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