Garden Of The Dead © Surazeus 2023 10 18 In weird Garden of Eden of my heart where holy bush of faceless god still burns I lay broken bodies of murdered dead in line with flowers blooming from their eyes so I can recite their most secret names in prayer so Blue Sky will remember them. Innocent men, women, and children killed in nationalist holy wars around our globe lie side by side in Garden of the Dead, therefore my whole heart aches with equal grief for loss of every individual soul from every nation populating Earth. I mourn for both Jew and Palestinian, mourn for both American and Vietnamese, mourn for both Russian and Ukrainian, mourn for both Korean and Japanese, mourn for both Iraqi and Iranian, for all humans are precious in my sight. The afterlife is the cruelest lie priests preach to people who long to believe that people they love who are killed in war ascend on angel wings to live in Heaven where they meet again in garden of fruit, but we vanish in soul-less wind of time. I want each person born from seed of hope to savor fullness of this too-brief life, joyful play of childhood in sunlit woods, romantic trysts in picnics by the lake, creative work that improves civic rites, raising children to live after we die. Each person killed by terrorists or soldiers in bitter conflicts between nation-states deserves to live in garden of our world, but people fight over the Tree of Life instead of sharing fruit to grow more trees till blood of the dead nourishes their roots. When I eat fruit the Serpent offers me I taste sweet souls of the dead killed in wars so I gain knowledge of the bitter truth that humans form gangs to kill other humans till Tellurian Empire assimilates all in new world order of one global truth. I stand with people trying to live their lives against both terrorists and soldiers with guns who kill them in war to control the world, for I would every human thrive in peace, sharing stories of love at global feast as we build Garden of Eden on Earth.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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