Homes Destroyed By Bombs

Homes Destroyed By Bombs
© Surazeus
2023 10 17

That shadow by the river is not me 
because I disappear in book of tales 
that no one reads in light of burning words 
which proves our bodies can never be free 
of nameless ghosts who haunt forgotten trails 
after their homes are bombed by laughing birds. 

Too long inside bright-lit computer room, 
I feel my brain kaleidoscope news facts 
in cute mosaic on white temple wall 
just recently uncovered in Pompeii 
that shows Narcissus gazing in the pool, 
so I wonder if my home will be bombed. 

I step outside my cozy red brick home 
to stretch my body in cool autumn night 
where Tumnus prances in mysterious woods 
with box of chocolates for the time-lost girl 
who searches shadows for the faceless ghost 
to photograph our homes destroyed by bombs. 

Sweet face of Chang-E on mask of the moon 
glows bright with passion of the lonely girl 
who lingers on Bridge of Forgetfulness 
to ask the fisherman on river boat 
why apples transform bitter rain to juice 
because soul-destructing bombs make no sense. 

With flute I carve from frail dinosaur bone 
I play enchanting tune that lingers stark 
in evening twilight of strange memories 
I almost forgot are ones I concealed 
to ease sharp pain I feel when people die 
as bombs discover garden of fruit trees. 

For fifty years, since I was the young child 
who loves to play Tarzan riding his pony, 
gangs of people in countries far away 
have killed other people to steal their souls 
while eating fruit from Tree of Steadfast Faith 
that burns with Voice of God from falling bombs. 

When beautiful Death in long black silk gown 
invites me to play chess on Beach of Skulls, 
I tell her I would rather hear her play 
Moonlight Sonata on her violin, 
but she gives me Holy Grail with dream wine 
so I drink toast to victory through bombs. 

With Hammer of Thor in my red right hand 
I build ten billion homes around the world 
so every person has somewhere to live 
where they can raise their children to love peace 
till the settler comes with his laughing gun, 
then I paint all our homes destroyed by bombs.