Cardboard Boxes Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 07 04

No doubt soft laughter of the lonely child
cracks cement pylons of the highway bridge
that causes snowflakes from the godless sky
to freeze the homeless people into gods
who huddle in cardboard boxes of faith
while cars speed past to chase the rainbow hoard.

Back to hard country where old tough men cry
the shoeless child climbs salmon-crowded falls
to find the sensual music of the cave
where monuments of aging intellect
crumble into shadows of bitter faith
scattered in ruins of Byzantium.

Wielding paintbrush of capitalist contempt,
the child paints whiteness on cathedral walls
to erase gold mosaics of dead gods,
then pets the dying wolf on altar stone
that bleeds from sharp knife in his pious hand
as he recites tale of the twin wolf boys.

Though sickness of desire to rule the world
consumes his heart with anguish of despair,
the child of nowhere clutches wand of power
and shouts decree to empty hall of ghosts
to smash artifice of eternity
which suffocates beauty of truth with greed.

Sad readers of the Gotham Evening News
ride down the river on the boat of bones
with vows to suppress hearty appetites
for fraught psychosis of the fierce chess game
when the child decides not to die again
in silence of Heaven through atom bombs.

In deserted brickyard of the empire
the child clutches at curving willow branch
when rapid fluxions of yellow moonlight
shock his heart with weird beauty of the pond
consoled by monotone of sparkling rain
when ghosts of kings haunt his fake memories.

Beneath the harvest moon of flagrant faith,
where unanswerable questions bloom from mud,
the child who hides their precious memories
joins the global game for king of the hill
till fields of farmers gleam with blood of warriors
who gather on the White House lawn at dawn.

Wild children who once played in sun-dewed fields
to translate grand songs of the reckless rain
now labor empty-hearted between walls
as slaves of wealth in clanking factories
till Jesus battles Jupiter for power
to rebuild our fallen America.

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Orpheus and William Butler Yeats eat sandwiches at the Toners Pub in Dublin to watch fireworks explode in the sky on codependence day.

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