American Milk Cow © Surazeus 2024 12 22 The cow that stops before cathedrals doors, blocking highways so no car can escape vast maze of streets, becomes fountain of milk that floods the city with ache of desire, but people transform their cars into boats that glide in shadow of the lightless moon. People who get out of their powerless cars surround the milk cow to strip off their clothes and dance with wild abandoned to weird tune played on bone flute by angel in the pine which grows enormous from cathedral ruins till it knocks the glass moon out of the sky. When my mother catches the fragile moon, with hands long calloused from endless housework, she stitches clouds as faces children wear who play games of chase in the neighborhood, digging their hands in thick soil of the Earth to forge its substance in food and machines. When I look inside mirror of this world I see more clever version of myself as young woman wearing long flowing gown who dances gracefully by the Nile River to weave vision of our beautiful Earth with letters of fire on blank building walls. Kneeling on her prayer rug on house rooftop, she sings enchanting melody of faith that transforms into the patient milk cow who walks the world from sea to shining sea, leading refugees from destructive wars who journey across dunes of whispering sand. After weaving wreath from flowers and vines, Europa drapes it on horns of the cow that stands on pedestal in temple hall where Elijah raises knife to the sky and waits for Isaiah to prophesy fall of another empire from puffed pride. Reversing ourselves in alternate worlds, the snarky version of myself and I wake up in our opposite universe so we can become who we want to be while riding the cow of national pride to found our world business empire on milk. Riding on my American milk cow in holiday parade down city street where everyone gathers to sing church hymns, I pretend I am not the cosmic herald proclaiming reign of the messiah sleuth who appears as ghost on computer screens.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, December 22, 2024
American Milk Cow
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Orpheus and Ophelia lead the American milk cow to the thirteen-step pyramid where the Eye of Ra sees everything that happens on Earth.
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