Rest In Peace

Rest In Peace
© Surazeus
2018 01 02

Here lies the last prophet of all lost souls
who was born with infinite consciousness
that shimmers in the heart of every star
which calculates the true names of our hearts.

I dwell in the time zone of the North Pole
where angels descend on spiraling wings
across the rainbow bridge of writhing lights
to zap my wet brain full of lightning bolts.

I feel the moment of awakening
when every person who has ever lived
realizes that they are about to die
so I sing aching melody of truth.

Whoever finds my body on the ground,
deserted by my animating lust
to generate ten thousand singing souls,
bury it under the old apple tree.

Down by the river where the children play
we feast on chicken and corn at sunset
then in the twilight glow we see the dead
who come to tell us the wisdom they learned.

My eighth-grade teacher gives us list of words
and from each thread I weave vast tapestry
depicting evolution of the Earth
and every person on the road of life.

Each word I choose, I see on fractured glass
from the rose window shattered by their bombs,
I polish into shape as puzzle piece
so I assemble narrative of life.

The face of each person who lived and died
smiles on the winding road of history
and sings the subject of their hoping heart
in choir of music I hear on the wind.

Now I am captain, navigating chaos,
who sails the Titanic past icebergs safe
to find the sunken city made of gold
where Atlas supports the world of our dreams.

Rest in peace, King Jesus of Nazareth,
for your generous spirit of selfless love
animates our hearts to fight great world war
over which son of yours may wear your crown.