Leather Satchel Of His Heart
© Surazeus
2026 05 24

Young boy fills leather satchel of his heart
with forgotten tales his ancestors lived
encased in seeds he gathers from the woods,
then stands on mud shore of the timeless lake
to gaze in liquid beauty of the sky
that shows him face his progenitors wore.

When sparrow in the elm tree by the lake
sings sacred formula for thoughts of rain,
young boy runs back to small hut by the stone
where his grandmother sings with raspy voice,
so he holds her hand as she smiles at him
then vanishes in white smoke of the fire.

White smoke becomes huge clouds above black hills
that drench their jagged sorrows in cold rain
which swirls in rivers over roots of trees
where shadow of the young boy disappears
till flash of lightning luminates his face
that mimics demon mask of innocence.

Three men, who shot old woman in her heart
because she would not yield her bowl of gold,
shriek terrified at sight of his red mask,
so they fire rifles with bullets of rage
at elusive demon that haunts their camp,
but shoot each other in the gloom instead.

Young boy fills leather satchel of his heart
with memories of songs his grandmother sang
encased in her bones he carves into flutes,
then stares at wavering mask of his face
that gleams in liquid beauty of the sky
but ripples from tears that fall from his eyes.

Twanging taut chord of his yew hunting bow,
young boy recites songs his grandmother sang
that recount adventures in mountain vales
of Wolf Boy and Raven Girl who unite
to protect the poor from greed of the rich
and free the people from cruel tyranny.

Young boy fills leather satchel of his heart
with textbooks, rulers, pencils, and notepads,
then walks small-town streets to the public school
where he attends classes on liberal arts
to study nature of the universe
by utilizing tools of measurement.

Songs of my grandmother glow in my heart
ten thousand years of conscious energy
that conjure virtual model of the world
which I improve with weird secrets I learn
so I can bequeath vision of the truth
to children who spring from dream of my heart.

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Orpheus finds leather satchel of his father hanging on the elm tree, so he reviews stories and photographs that record lives of his ancestors.

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