Listen With Calm Pride
© Surazeus
2026 08 29

When he embraces clemency of death
while wearing flannel suit and dark green tie,
Scott ponders pewter-polished clouds of fate
that teach his heart to listen with calm pride
to obligations of the open door
that leads him to the garden of dead gods.

Though voices of children ring off the sea
where war ships wait in harbor of respect,
Scott asks the angel with time-bloodied wings
if he can sail beyond edge of the world
where ghosts of gods on gold horizon gleam
with threat of sudden invasion by fear.

While cows chew cud in fields of fractured skulls
where fighter jets scream across cluttered skies,
Scott measures distance to the mountain peak
from cabin by the lake where angels wait
for savior of the world to come again
in starship from some distant galaxy.

Since time may leave him stranded on the beach
where two hawks circle in the mirror sky,
Scott flies large paper kite with haiku verse
about bed sheets that flutter in salt wind
with gentle gracefulness of dragon wings,
then asks Minerva for pear-ginger tea.

If he waits in the airport by the sea
for lonely teacher wearing crystal mask,
Scott never calls her on the telephone
to tell her what the owl would like to say,
then strikes the match so he can start anew,
and lights the candle on the windowsill.

Open hands catching drops of restless rain
to wash the dishes in the kitchen sink,
Scott tends his sick wife in the afternoon
when sparrows in dead trees steal cinnamon
for the mother bear who still prays in church
while clutching amulet of innocence.

Inspired by beauty of wind-carved alcove
from gold sandstone that frames cloud-mottled sky,
Scott calculates psychotic vibe of faith
that nurtures broken hearts of wanderers
dislocated from homeland of their tribe
when strangers adopt them across the sea.

Though dreams of nothingness haunt morning hours
from careless arrogance of wind-swirled sand,
Scott stands on stage with microphone in hand
and reads verse he wrote on the broken bridge
through framework of domestic quietude
that serves as social glue in times of war.

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