Thursday, December 6, 2018

Hearts With Seven Eyes

Hearts With Seven Eyes
© Surazeus
2018 12 06

The strangest vision of the aching time
aligns conceptual questions for the play
when every chess queen gathers by the lake
to curse the blind angel for each random rhyme.

We huddle behind masks of platitudes
when the shooting starts in bank of sweet lies
since birds escape our hearts with seven eyes
however false their racist attitudes.

Back home we always attend the church of glass
to question why one person rules the tribe
because she won the pageant without bribe
till I journey two years before the mast.

To earn rewards for suffering victimhood
she borrows scenes of pain from other lives
when angels gather honey from fake hives
then hang out casual in strange neighborhood.

The old man without presents for the kids
runs through the shopping mall with burned-out lamp,
shouting, we killed God in the migrant camp,
since beauty queens reign on gold pyramids.

The bored cold-war spy hides her secret note
in picture camera that replaced his brain,
then follows lovers kissing in the rain
who escape Heaven in the leaky boat.

The gender-neutral person bearing brush
chats with Newton under the apple tree
about nature of personality
encoding secrets in song of the thrush.

Since I refuse to play King of the Earth
the greedy tyrant tries to take my place
but everyone knows he has not the face
that Jesus reveals at hour of rebirth.

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