Vaudeville Clowns Of Fate
© Surazeus
2026 10 29

Diverted by wisdom of horoscopes,
he rides the wild-winged chariot of time
to chant sharp spells with rhetorical zap
that demask spies in Museum of Truth,
trapped by bland interchange of morbid thoughts
when dancing unrestrained in bitter joy.

Gone homeward to the land of broken masks,
after fighting against cruel tyranny,
the prophet flies gray airplane beyond Heaven
to visit every college in the woods
and discourse on the valid route through Hell
that angels trod to transform into gods.

With wagons of encyclopedias
the lonely prophet of the Promised Land
knocks on doors of housewives after the war
but they refuse to buy gold-lettered tomes,
which leaves him stranded on the windy heath
as uncrowned salesman of forgotten truth.

Startled by cataracts of brave applause
that resurrect the vaudeville clowns of fate,
the lonely jester wearing suit and tie
counts all the land deeds he has won at cards,
but never visits those abandoned farms
where devils hide wingless horses in eggs.

No god invented from his memory
haunts churches and cathedrals before dawn
as faceless saints that gamble for the chance
to predict the future in how birds fly,
while tax collectors search the empty fields
for skulls of prophets that refuse to sing.

New index of his power transcends fear
when he plays auctioneer of treasured lies,
dispersed as payment for quick services
rendered with the sentiment of clerks
who program computers to calculate
amount of faith left in our heart accounts.

Through exegesis of his puzzling jokes
we analyze his false biography
to glean conceptual clues of ardent faith
that help us decode riddles of his spells
based on defiant paradox of love
since he hides in the world he sings about.

No grumpy old man on the windy heath
shouts about injustice loud as King Lear,
except the Everyman with offices
above the bank whose business acumen
provides framework for him to purchase Heaven
and rent crystal palaces to false gods.

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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury while John Ciardi stands in Museum of Faceless Ghosts and recites his translation of the Divine Comedy for the hushed audience.

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