Hungry Crow Of Truth
© Surazeus
2026 04 12

Erased by laughter of the waterfall,
I wander to work at the grocery store
where I stock shelves with cans of vegetables,
then climb in dead oak tree by the highway
and pretend I am the hungry crow of truth
who solves math riddles of the eglantine.

From my perch in the city park I see
eight hippies sit in circle on the grass,
wearing headbands with flowers in their hair,
who sing hymn Where Have All the Flowers Gone
with mercurial voices of revolution
while bearded Jesus strums guitar of truth.

While riding El Camino on glass highway
across Mojave Desert in July,
I hear that god Apollo and his friends
have landed on bright mirror of the moon
to visit God and his exotic cat
who shows them how to run the universe.

Extreme perfection gained by stealing rain
inspires my heart to photograph the face
that God wears as he plays the human race
based on experience of the pioneers
who earn their privilege through suffering
that they endure while stealing pristine land.

Old bearded preacher wearing long black cloak
declares that God is energy of light
that animates each atom through the void
so everything we do by force of fate
expresses will of God in how we act,
but I insist I live through my own will.

Potential portrait, that depicts my face
as noble prototype of providence,
hangs on museum wall of reverence
that proves all my accomplishments of faith
place me on pinnacle of social games
as prominent goon of society.

Revenue retrieved from fake bank accounts
solidifies my power over truth
when I employ strategic feints of faith
sufficient to enhance my social clout
enough that I play grand symbolic role
as clown crucified by bureaucracy.

Subjective standards of state moral laws
require conditions supportive of faith
taxed by grim priests with sharpened scythes of hope
who sell synthetic prayers of rectitude
contrived by honest therapist of hope
who forges keys of wisdom from despair.

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Orpheus dances wild while Jesus plays guitar, then asks young hippie girls if they have seen ghost of his body in mists of Avalon.

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