How To Fly Kites
© Surazeus
2025 04 24

Sorrow of children whose homes have been bombed
bloom into flowers from corpses of gods
whose monstrous minds lie silently entombed
in temples lost souls find on mist-veiled trods
deep in dark forests of fantastic sprites
who teach hungry orphans how to fly kites.

Laughter of children in schoolyards of fate
bleed into holy books of howling priests
who reprogram robots with creeds of hate
which chain with commandments arrogant beasts
dressed in pinstripe suits to work in the bank
supported by Grand General in his tank.

Breaking free from social constraints of fear,
so he can watch movies in theaters,
the Weeping Clown shifts his brain in high gear
to compete for wealth against Lucifers
who crown him great king of the puppeteers
when he waltzes beneath shocked chandeliers.

When his brother tries to kill him in rage,
in dispute over who rules seven hills,
Remus escapes from world chronicle page
to wander in mountains of sparkling rills
where his descendant invents the airplane,
elected pope after global campaign.

Lounging in his fishing boat on the beach
beneath the lighthouse on the rocky shore,
Phoebus decides he does not want to preach
salvation in temple of Numitor
who orders conceptual rituals of faith
while hiding in cave of the regal wraith.

Though she runs in forest of singing trees
to escape her fate by Sibyl foretold,
Verginia falls exhausted to her knees
in shrine of Cloacina forged from gold
where her proud father stabs her in the heart
to save her soul from curse of the star chart.

Gathered by chance in the desert road diner,
as strangers who converge by different paths,
Remus, Phoebus, Verginia, and the Clown
who weeps unceasing in his coffee cup,
ignore each other as they eat hamburgers,
and scroll social media on their eye-phones.

The ghosts of children killed in brutal wars
flock to lone diner in the desert vale,
lured by bright spirit of the Weeping Clown
who writes their names in his Book of Souls
to record unjust manners of their deaths,
then leads them singing to the Promised Land.

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Orpheus walks a million miles over the waste land to the desert road diner, and gives each ghost the secret treasure of their heart which guides their journey to the Promised Land.

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