Tuesday, May 8, 2018

When Our Show Is Done

When Our Show Is Done
© Surazeus
2018 05 08

Flashing across the television screen,
the trembling otherworldly soul of man,
who mines jewels of faith from horror of death,
goes to work each day to earn honest living
since divine soul of God wakes in his mind
and comprehends weird mystery of life.

Each time he sees a woman in the flesh
the biological function of lust
motivates desire so his eager mind
plots how to woo her will for copulation
to copy model of genetic code
by replication through bodies of children.

Yet as he gazes in her trusting eyes
he empathizes with her will to live
and checks his primal urge to mate with her,
vowing to treat each woman with respect
by seeking to understand how she thinks
and help her fulfill her own private dreams.

Looking forward into changes of time,
he plans how to possess lush fertile land
to construct safe home that shelters her safe,
and how to herd animals and tend crops
to feed her and their children with fresh food,
by creating Heaven where she reigns as Queen.

The basic impulse of organic brains
activates program of aggressive action
to motor process of cause and effect
which results in natural forward ascension
to position that controls food resources
so their children will dominate the land.

Each individual man around the world
surveys the civil structure of the landscape
and plots like the chessboard king how to move
so he controls all four towers of the city
to impregnate the womb of every princess,
then train new generation as loyal pawns.

Every man wants to crown himself as God
and operate as great leader of the tribe,
then assimilate all nations in empire
so he can reign as emperor of the world
and found new religion that worships Him
as Father of all future global kings.

I feel this impulse in my beating heart
so I dress like the fierce medieval king,
then stride haughty on the theater stage
where I play Zeus, Jesus, Hamlet, and Lear
rolled into one Emperor of the Earth,
then go out with friends when our show is done.

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