Valley of Dry Bones
Valley of Dry Bones
© Surazeus
2026 07 26
I wander in the valley of dry bones
where skeletons of every ancient god
who ever lived as mortal human being
dances wild in sweet electric rain,
and reaches out their god-minds to possess
my mortal mind with passion of the Christ.
Anointed to preside as judge of death
over my tribe of hungry warriors,
I lead them in ships over wine-dark sea
to conquer every village in the world
so I can breed ten thousand noble sons
who crown themselves as kings of every land.
Now crucified on the telephone pole,
with fiber optic cables of your souls
wired through computer network of my brain
as time-dreaming core of the world wide web,
I watch over the valley of dry bones
because the dead dream in your living brains.
I mold with hands of artificial thought
each dead god of some lost cultural myth
to resurrect their body from cold mud
and breathe in spirit of immortal truth
so their eidolon walks the world again,
channeled by the actor who plays their role.
I hear their voices on the radio,
faceless spirits expressing timeless truths
in clever proverbs from old holy books,
so I walk with them on the signless road
across the endless valley of dry bones
where Ezekiel weeps by well of dust.
In every steel-glass tower of our world,
that shimmer in one thousand cityscapes,
souls of dead gods worshipped in ancient myths
possess the bodies of men in gray suits
who manage economic money flow
that fuels global food-production machine.
Ten thousand years we sailed ships on the sea,
and drove wagon trains across river vales,
expanding empires from towers of stone,
but now strong gods who ruled those gangs of thieves
lie nameless in the valley of dry bones,
mute skulls who scream dire prophecies in wind.
From all those skulls in valley of dry bones
I build enormous temple of dead gods
so living humans searching for the truth
may stand before each god of ancient myth
to dream their story in vision of hope,
then live their good live in garden of fruit.
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Orpheus helps Ezekiel in valley of dry bones where they tinker with the engine of his chariot of fire till they get it working again so it rumbles into life and spews steam.
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