Worship Of Odysseus

Worship Of Odysseus
© Surazeus
2023 04 25

How thoughtful of the tree to steal my name 
before the second coming of the lord 
so I can find out who I really am 
beneath this mask of ugliness I wear 
to scare the little children with my tears 
who chase the butterfly of happiness. 

How wonderful of the stone in my heart 
to urge my worship of Odysseus 
who wanders lonely as the godless cloud 
that splatters blood of angels on the hills 
where lonely mothers call names of their sons 
who never return from the holy wars. 

How awesome of the cow to ruminate 
on secret nature of the holy grail 
that lies forgotten in cold river mud 
while the hungry banker in the waste land 
does the police in different voices till 
the Phoenician sailor wakes by the sea. 

How playful of the prancing goat of Faunus 
to kick down doors of opportunity 
so people with the wrong color of skin 
can win awards reserved for the elite 
despite negative capability 
encoded in the epic never dreamed. 

How sportive of the jester in gold crown 
to invite us to dinner in grand hall 
where weeping mirrors reflect light of truth 
which blinds the princess on the roller skates 
who falls laughing off the cliff of despair 
with vivacious agony of true love. 

How quirky of the preacher on church stage 
who clutches assault rifle with both hands 
to scream about the greedy immigrants 
who steal our jobs to invade paradise 
till trumpets ring at coming of the lord 
when he explodes as nuclear bomb of hate. 

How whimsical of the old apple cart, 
left on the pyramid in moaning wind, 
to preserve memories of our broken hearts 
that find strange beauty in our wordless pain 
so we invent the magic alphabet 
as tomb that hides our souls in fairy tales. 

How artful of the piston engine car 
to glide on angel wings around the world 
as time machine we use to teleport 
eight thousand miles from Paris to Beijing 
in four days before the apocalypse 
redesigns our new global paradigm.