Ballet Of Falling Bombs

Ballet Of Falling Bombs
© Surazeus
2025 04 03

While star-eyed Clementine, spirit afloat 
in surging tides of liquidated dreams, 
sings heart-enchanting elegies of faith 
for limbless children dancing in fire smoke, 
Death films her graceful dance on stage of wealth 
as she performs ballet of falling bombs. 

Blind Nonsense Devil lurking in her heart 
smirks at bromides of the priest in glass church 
dressed in suit of dollar bills stained with blood 
of children running without arms or legs 
in ruins of their shopping malls and schools 
to attend grand ballet of falling bombs. 

Orpheus wearing white surgical scrubs 
walks past the thousand open doors of pain 
where amputee children with cheerful smiles 
dance on phantom limbs with elegant grace 
to catch sweet tears that fountain from our eyes 
which they drink in ballet of falling bombs. 

Bearing pans of gold from the River Styx, 
that flows by the electric throne of God, 
Clementine plays banjo in gingham dress 
while wearing ruby size-nine dancing shoes 
on stage in the Grand Riviera Hotel 
where she performs ballet of falling bombs. 

Indecipherable rings of the God Tree, 
that record long history of human life, 
vibrate with music of concentric spheres 
when planets of the multiverse align 
through gears of fate that crown Clementine queen 
with message from ballet of falling bombs. 

Eternal night of faith inside her heart 
motivates her passion to create good 
by helping lonely people lost in space 
to find their home in the sheltering sky 
so she can live happily in her body 
while dancing with ballet of falling bombs. 

We spin with anguish of excessive life 
together on the carousel of hope 
by joining hands around the teeming globe 
to sing we are the world of naked souls 
still radiant with compassion for the truth 
demolished by ballet of falling bombs. 

Our souls once linked by memory of laughter 
stumble dazed through smoke of dismissive faith 
to plant our body-trees in the waste land 
of arrogant confidence in our Rightness 
that props our empire on gold skeletons 
who dance wild in ballet of falling bombs.