Nerthus Calls My Name
© Surazeus
2025 12 19

Extra beautiful with eyes of star ghosts,
yet angry at disrespect of the wind,
Nerthus rides noon bus to the coffee shop
where she serves drinks to writers with laptops
till the moon bleeds rain down the window pane,
so she turns into the crow without wings.

Eager to map graceful curves of both coasts,
yet bored with email no one wants to send,
Nerthus wears clothes magazines say are hip
while watching flashing lights of lost starships
that land on her lawn where no god has gone,
then gets up on stage at the Globe and sings.

Ridiculous how road of life we take
leaves our souls stranded in random events,
Nerthus declares to the man in the moon
who gives her wings he swiped from Icarus
who falls from the sky while pondering why
our bodies dissolve into wordless dust.

Resistant to proof that life must be fake,
yet annoyed people demand she be real,
Nerthus learns to play American tune
that fools everyone stuck on the state bus
to work hard for wealth at cost of our health
since we float in lake of atomic lust.

Arrogant with self-conscious mind of God,
yet humble as the ballerina queen,
Nerthus researches weird religious cure
that banishes cancer from aching hearts
by casting dream spells she draws from snake wells,
then runs for mayor of her seaside town.

Admonished for joining the Justice Squad,
despite being last daughter of Melusine,
Nerthus teaches her children to endure
as the Nordic race that follows star charts
to worship oak tree with the Runic Key
till our nation is hijacked by the clown.

Burdened with mission to rescue the world
from tyranny of work-exploitive kings,
Nerthus lifts high Lamp of Diogenes
and leads our revolution against greed
till we all get stuck in the Church of Luck
founded on state theology of hate.

Bedeviled by faith of the cosmic herald
recorded with glass Astarian Rings,
Nerthus calls my name Mephistopheles
to learn what her son Tiresias needs
who becomes the girl with the eyes of pearl
in our journey across waste land of fate.

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Orpheus and Nerthus smile shyly and say hi as they pass each other in the hall at the Zarathian University of Music, then perform together on stage where he plays lyre as she sings lyrics of Sappho.

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