High Over Laughable Void
© Surazeus
2025 06 26

Outrageous doubt of vital escapades
reflects the tarnished gold of searing tongues
when gangs of wolves with bitter eyes of hate
arrest gardeners and cooks of paradise
by cheating honesty with harsh distress
that poisons well of justice with their greed.

Deserted lovers riding trains of fear
on iron tracks of transparent contempt
swallow sludge of vitreous smoke at dawn
while floating high over laughable void
where tender sorrow of the dead reverts
to gnarly vertigo of broken walls.

Detailing crimes of men in masks of rage,
Blind Bard records in verses of restraint
horrible events people suffer each day
while stumbling on the scales of destiny
through starry years on treeless plain of pain
with voices sealed by horizon of truth.

If she wants to resist her memories
of faces twisted by abuse through faith
she could escape false paradise of rules
to preach new program of social advance
in fierce campaign to run as senator
commissioned to protect rights of their souls.

So when she wins the vote on day of truth,
she stands before the cheering crowd with pride
to vow with earnest voice intent to serve
needs of their hearts so programs she presents
improve conditions of their struggling lives
by framing social issues with love code.

When circus tents where preachers sell sweet lies
burst into flames of holy righteousness,
bright as the fire that burns the Sinai bush,
she carves new proverbs for the modern age
on bones of dragons dug from tombs of gods
so refugees may build productive lives.

Though poetry makes nothing happen well,
poets depict what should happen with laws
that legislate behavior of state heroes
as they record events of social change
in tales where good men strive against all odds
to keep their people free from tyranny.

Preserved in books of fractured fantasy,
epic tales of noble heroes inspire
each generation of children to play
roles in endless drama of world empire
that sprouts from ruins of paradise lost
where the woman gives the man fruit to eat.

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Orpheus and Tristan Tzara write surreal poetry with serpent blood on leather suitcases while they ride the train over the Alps where wood elves build airplanes in war factories.

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