Glaucus Golden-Eyes
© Surazeus
2025 11 16

Deep in many-roomed mansion of the sea
demons of human hunger lurk in gangs
administered by Glaucus Golden-Eyes
who cackles with delight when thunderstorms
toss burdened cargo ships on playful waves
to threaten profits of the merchant king.

Exchanging tongues of sorrow with blind gods,
Glaucus trudges across cement piers of ports
to inventory goods in ship containers
manufactured by economic slaves
whose eyes refract rainbows of liberty
through revolution of the humble clown.

In counterbalance to perpetual labor
we extract our eyes from diamonds of wealth
with enormous promise of tinsel profits
based on false paradox contrived by thieves
that wealth will trickle down to working hands
despite how Glaucus proves that theory wrong.

Though Narcissus stares down at his own face
he thinks the image he sees in dark water
is someone else who might know all the answers
but fails to delineate his real self
through equilibrium of fantastic truths
designed to concentrate our scattered minds.

Through failure to communicate our views
about allusive function of the world
our minds that grope for broken evidence
beep from disorienting arrogance
achieved by mapping towns destroyed by bombs
where children play chase in cathedral ruins.

Unmerging of realities on stage
consoles our pain-wracked bodies with perfume
of inadvertent lies from frightened angels
who work for Glaucus in gray offices
arranging shipments of factory-made goods
to lonely villages in third-world countries.

Yet when Narcissus struts on dim-lit stage,
wearing mask of Glaucus, lord of the banks,
the cynical audience laughs at his jokes
mocking insatiable greed of corporate kings
who rise as zombies from law-broken tombs
and eat brains till they transform into bronze idols.

I hear no mermaids singing each to each
while I wander homeless on foggy beach,
yet I hear voices from nightly news shows
justify crimes of political vampires
who launder taxes to private accounts
while the people drown in floods of despair.

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Orpheus rescues Glaucus and Narcissus from the bank when the terrorist bomb placed by followers of King Midas destroy the government agency of financial oversight.

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