Machine Of The Truth

Machine Of The Truth
© Surazeus
2025 03 06

The glass vase of lilacs slides off the table 
and floats over the city of glass towers 
to map traffic patterns of cars that flow 
up tangled roots of the lonely elm tree 
where young girl in the flower dress plays flute 
to explain why the world will never end. 

Though people gather at the theater 
in late cool evening of blue shadowed breeze, 
the girl who plays the melancholy flute 
scatters torn fragments of famous portraits 
that tumble as leaves across the sidewalk 
till children assemble them in new myths. 

When the bald man aims the gun at her face 
she preaches to the choir of clueless angels 
that the past has to be destroyed again 
so we can rebuild machine of the truth 
on shattered ruins of outdated faith 
from weird drawings based on the human scale. 

Death overshadows all our noble plans 
to found world civilization on fair laws 
copied from clay tablets of ancient proverbs 
that we found broken in ruins of history 
which analyze ambiguous events 
smeared on the arbitrary wall of hope. 

Night swallows incompleteness of respect 
with sentimental value of despair 
contrived by parallel concepts of wealth 
detailed by special keys of privilege 
which factors satire of contemptuous men 
who sell their mothers as slaves to the gain. 

Dazed by pride of unattainable love, 
victims of indifferent fortune discard 
sacred words they keep hidden in their hearts 
that rot from arrogance of racial grift, 
abandoned in doorways of homeless hope 
from fluorescent glare of religious faith. 

Apprised of proverbs from authentic grief 
through improbable estate of false hope, 
we choose the impossible dream to buy, 
with concurrent clues of magnified rage, 
new world view that excludes everyone else 
except the thief still unidentified. 

In light of all this jumbled reasoning, 
no wonder soul of our country for sale 
has gone mad with naive surprise to see 
Goliath re-elected as president 
who appoints Samson to smash all our temples 
till David comes with machine of the truth.