Warrior Stuck In The Oak
© Surazeus
2025 04 25

After he builds his house from turtle shells,
Phoebus lounges in the field by the lake
and chats with the warrior stuck in the oak
who tells him with casual banter of flowers
about his people slaughtered in their homes
by people who claim his homeland as theirs.

Pointing to the deer on the grassy hill,
that perks its ears at the sound of his voice,
Phoebus explains the need for conservation
to protect the wilderness outside time
from greedy men who build large factories
which process tree nymphs into plastic toys.

Somewhere over the rainbow of the mind
where people live in peaceful paradise,
Phoebus lounges in temple of dead gods,
and enters numbers in spreadsheet of faith
to calculate high return of investment
within the framework of oppressive laws.

If the sun gleams elegantly through pines
with brilliant beams that stripe shadows on lawns,
Phoebus will know why the cave dragon cries
since Beowulf stole all his hard-earned gold
he saved after working for forty years
assembling car engines in factories.

Startled by the woman with seven eyes
who rises from muddy swamp of pretense,
Phoebus invites her to drink sugared tea,
so they chat about arrogance of power
when the ambitious man steals crown of thorns
to prove with vain bluster he is not weak.

The warrior stuck in oak of the blind eagle
teaches prancing fauns how to build bridges
which bind our lonely hearts with charity
to help the downtrodden and vulnerable
with funds from nonprofit societies
as businessmen chop off the hands of singers.

Screaming sweets songs into the void of fear
that echo in Grand Canyon of weird faith,
Phoebus decides to run for President
as wise descendant of Henry the Lion
who plays chaste ballads of romantic love
for his bride Eleanor of Aquitaine.

Limping across the field for soccer games,
Phoebus declares he is no Oedipus
doomed to fall in love with his graceful mother
who wanders in the mists of Avalon
till she births birth to me in Oregon
where I am the warrior stuck in the oak.

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Orpheus brings chocolate cake when he visits Phoebus lounging in the Garden of Eden after it was burned by fire started when Jupiter dropped bombs on paradise.

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