Riddles On Dinosaur Bones

Riddles On Dinosaur Bones
© Surazeus
2023 04 26

The wingless angel on the signless road 
attempts to map weird contours of the mind 
in sad fairy tales no one understands 
about the nameless hero who must die 
while fighting fierce dragon of tyranny 
that writhes in cables of the world wide web. 

The eyeless devil by the ghostless river 
watches with thirteen thousand cameras 
awkward embrace of motivated lovers 
who fear love elapses with endless flow 
till eagerness declines to indolence 
when the night clock chimes at coming of death. 

The houseless door on the shadowless mountain 
waits for children to return from adventures 
while their grandparents mute on sagging porch 
collect leaves of memories in wordless books 
while they peer calmly into void of hope 
to shine with light from first love of the world. 

The featherless horse of the soundless wind 
paints first radiance of stars on old hills 
to remember unseen path by the river 
that leads wild children to paradise lost 
where they can build new homes from angel bones 
and share feast of fruit with songs of their hearts. 

The crownless king of the motherless castle 
steals all the clocks still ticking in the world 
to prove that true love can too last forever 
as if our hearts cannot be deceived by time 
that veils our bodies with shadow of death 
when our minds become substance of the Earth. 

The boneless jester of the shameless show 
sings electric chords of precise desire 
to reflect spirits of strangers who gather 
in circus tent of human tragedy 
where fragile acrobat reaches for Heaven 
while falling to her death with laughing joy. 

The spineless warrior of the homeless valley 
constructs the Argonaut from skulls of gods 
so we can conquer wilderness of silence 
with sacred stories of crucified clowns 
whose selfless sacrifice destroys empires 
with bombs of laughter exploding from faith. 

The songless bard of the voiceless temple 
stands all alone on marble pedestal 
to chant endless song of humanity 
to ocean waves with dire alacrity 
that calls lonely poets to ring of stones 
where we carve riddles on dinosaur bones.