Thursday, June 8, 2023

Waking Up Over The Aeneid

Waking Up Over The Aeneid
© Surazeus
2023 06 08

The sun is bleeding stories on the page, 
unnumbered souls of nameless people swirled 
by restless wind across landscape of time 
who worship concept of their king as god, 
by subjugating conquered tribes as slaves, 
till we live free to surf the internet. 

Each person sitting alone in their room 
ignores how sunlight shimmers on the wall 
as they type thoughts and tales in dreamless squares 
to post their hopes and fears on social sites 
for strangers to like, or argue their case, 
while we all ponder, "Who am I, and why?" 

The Child of Aphrodite gives me book 
about the ancient hero who forsook 
his true love for his glorious destiny 
to found empire on nationality 
that still thrives on this fertile continent 
ruled by the arrogantly confident. 

When ghost of Pallas wanders Congress halls 
to howl at horror of the deficit 
then Raven King will leap through mirror door 
to battle hungry vampire of the church 
who hoards the laughing skulls of long-dead kings 
in desperate search to find lost magic rings. 

At midnight when the moon still blazes black 
we dance around the funeral pyres of gods 
to celebrate rebirth of ancient pride 
when warriors spring from snake teeth in the soil 
where corn radiates sweet energy of love 
from heart of Onatah, eternal queen. 

Translucent mask she wears on stage of fame 
reflects obsessions of our aching hearts 
so we march bold in grand parade of power 
with stately tears that working men conceal 
to follow Turnus down the signless road 
who waves star-spangled banner at the sky. 

The elephants of Carthage trample truth 
with laws that shackle women with their greed 
by banning books that expose racist hate 
till noble warrior of democracy 
breaks bloody rifle of blind tyranny 
by sacrificing his life to save ours. 

I would sit quietly in my safe home 
and map whole history of humanity 
but gray-eyed Athena demands I rise 
and strike with Wand of Zambor to destroy 
system of privilege that the rich employ 
in vain attempt to crucify the clown. 


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