Crazy Angel Of Despair
© Surazeus
2026 10 11

The wise leader gives his all for the people,
focusing attention of his compassion
to design complex economic programs
that nurture craft skills of the talented
so every person performs their small part
maintaining the food-production machine.

Pulling cart with crates of apples and books,
I walk the dusty Massachusetts road
to find one-door house in shadowy woods
where the wizard of words and his blind cat
ponder the meaning of our universe
that shimmers with the holy light of stars.

Attempting to adjust steps of my quest,
I steer myself away from holy light
to gather firewood in the misty woods
so the old man in the huge one-door house
may boil tomato soup with ginger roots
to warm our bodies on cold winter nights.

While gliding camouflaged among oak trees
to snatch one milk cow from enormous herd,
I stop when billowing shadow of greed
rises up from Earth with demonic wings,
so I hide from soul-searing eyes of Geryon
who roars at Heracles in lion-fur cape.

After I run back to the one-door house,
I play wild heart-enchanting melodies
on glass piano by the gleaming pond
where Narcissus stares at mask of his face
till Echo tosses cracked stone of her heart
so he looks into dark pools of her eyes.

Shocked at mercurial song of moon-white winds,
I run outside and gaze at blazing clouds
to see the crazy angel of despair
wrestle jet planes that scream across the sky,
then hurl their bombs of greed to outer space
where they destroy worlds in ten billion years.

Through silent grieving for the long-dead soul,
whose absence haunts me as ghost of their love,
I wander waste land of America
beneath proud mirror of the mindless sun
who shows me end of all organic souls
that dissipate at death to wordless dust.

As wordless dust in cold relentless wind
that blows through endless maze of city streets,
I translate timeless song of ocean waves
to jaunty jingles on the radio
that urge hard-working people to buy goods
which heals the crazy angel of despair.

surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/10/…

Orpheus visits Richard Wilbur at his home in the Massachusetts woods where they discuss Poetics of the American Wilderness born from religious exile.

#Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism