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Saturday, February 15, 2025

Bones Of Dead Men

Bones Of Dead Men
© Surazeus
2025 02 15

Numberless dice formed from bones of dead men, 
smoothed round by endless sorrow of sea waves, 
roll tumbling over sand of timeless hope 
cast by Hand of Death with indifferent grin 
when captain of our ship gambles for life 
against grim embassy of wingless angels. 

Alone in my small river boat of faith, 
adrift on swirling sea of moaning mist, 
swept downriver from wooded Saxon hills, 
I see moonlit wrecks of enormous ships 
floating sail-less toward dim Elysian shore, 
captained by grim Charon with serpent eyes. 

Then, smooth skin gleaming white as snowy fields, 
huge demon of the sea, Leviathan 
or Cetus with faithless wings of despair, 
emerges from abyss of surging waves, 
and gazes with indifferent frosted eyes 
at me immobilized by gleam of truth. 

Entranced by Mobius Strip of diamond eyes 
which mirror boundless vastness of my mind, 
enhanced by spectrum of eternity, 
I read in flashing verses of bright stars 
complex formulas that define pure state 
contrived by liquid relativity. 

With compass gleaming in my red right hand, 
influenced by magnetic waves of light, 
I sail straight across Sea of Oceanus 
west through towering Gates of Hercules, 
with pears from garden of Hesperides, 
toward pristine island where Atlantis shines. 

With quadrant pointing toward Unmoving Star 
that fixes axis pole for spinning Earth, 
I measure boundless space of surging tides 
from gleaming pyramids of Babylon, 
past apocalyptic Isle of Avalon, 
to land on lush shores of Chesapeake Bay. 

Since Moby Dick swallowed my fragile soul 
and spit me on shore with mission from Zeus, 
I walk back east from woods of Oregon, 
where Liberty on high Takoma Mountain 
gave me crystal globe scrolling human history, 
to prophesy at the locked White House gates. 

When Midas seizes thorny Crown of Christ 
to crown himself King of America, 
Minerva waves starred flag of Liberty 
to fight against nationalist theocracy 
so we support global democracy 
to build strong United Nations of Earth. 


2 comments:

  1. Orpheus sets thorny Crown of Christ in Zarathian Museum of World History as solemn reminder of the brief tyranny of Midas.

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  2. At Melville's Tomb
    Hart Crane
    https://poets.org/poem/melvilles-tomb

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