Singing Angel Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2019 02 17
The alligator in cool rippling pond
knows music of the sunlight on clear water
however far the sea breeze might conspire
to wake the singing angel of my heart.
Though I would never rob cash from the bank
when I harvest apples from Tree of Life
the mayor who struts like proud tyrant god
accuses me of stealing from his fraud.
I slowly glide my alligator boat
through Mississippi mangrove swamp at dawn
to hide from deputy and gang of thieves
who hunt me in the shadows of despair.
The mayor wants the land my family owns
since someone thinks oil bubbles underneath,
so he accuses me of social crime
to claim my property when I am killed.
Gold sunlight glitters through the silent leaves
of ancient swamp indifferent to my plight
so I become reflection on green waves
when luring posse to my secret grove.
I turn around and wait in beams of light
till silver boat of hunters enters grove
then I hack taut rope with sharpened axe blade,
releasing spring that knocks their boat aside.
The deputy and gang of thieves with guns
fall screaming in the green swamp of despair
and thrash till alligators eat each one,
dragging them all down into silent gloom.
Pulling cart heaped with apples from my tree,
I stand before city hall in sunlight
and prove my innocence of stealing cash,
explaining how the mayor wants me dead.
I lead detective, lawyers, and police
paddling through Mississippi mangrove swamp
to grove where the deputy lies on shore,
half-eaten by alligator of justice.
In leather bag still strapped around his waist
they find the money stolen from the bank
and letter from the mayor in his pocket
stating cash is reward for killing Achille.
I am Achille, I declare to them all,
and the mayor framed me to steal my land,
but I tend apple trees on fertile fields
and play my banjo in the local band.
I wake the singing angel of my heart
while they arrest the mayor for corruption,
and play my banjo at Red Moon Cafe
while alligators dance in rippling pond.
© Surazeus
2019 02 17
The alligator in cool rippling pond
knows music of the sunlight on clear water
however far the sea breeze might conspire
to wake the singing angel of my heart.
Though I would never rob cash from the bank
when I harvest apples from Tree of Life
the mayor who struts like proud tyrant god
accuses me of stealing from his fraud.
I slowly glide my alligator boat
through Mississippi mangrove swamp at dawn
to hide from deputy and gang of thieves
who hunt me in the shadows of despair.
The mayor wants the land my family owns
since someone thinks oil bubbles underneath,
so he accuses me of social crime
to claim my property when I am killed.
Gold sunlight glitters through the silent leaves
of ancient swamp indifferent to my plight
so I become reflection on green waves
when luring posse to my secret grove.
I turn around and wait in beams of light
till silver boat of hunters enters grove
then I hack taut rope with sharpened axe blade,
releasing spring that knocks their boat aside.
The deputy and gang of thieves with guns
fall screaming in the green swamp of despair
and thrash till alligators eat each one,
dragging them all down into silent gloom.
Pulling cart heaped with apples from my tree,
I stand before city hall in sunlight
and prove my innocence of stealing cash,
explaining how the mayor wants me dead.
I lead detective, lawyers, and police
paddling through Mississippi mangrove swamp
to grove where the deputy lies on shore,
half-eaten by alligator of justice.
In leather bag still strapped around his waist
they find the money stolen from the bank
and letter from the mayor in his pocket
stating cash is reward for killing Achille.
I am Achille, I declare to them all,
and the mayor framed me to steal my land,
but I tend apple trees on fertile fields
and play my banjo in the local band.
I wake the singing angel of my heart
while they arrest the mayor for corruption,
and play my banjo at Red Moon Cafe
while alligators dance in rippling pond.
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