That Small Bomb Falling

That Small Bomb Falling
© Surazeus
2023 10 09

That small bomb falling from the godless sky 
that whistles with joy at the work it does, 
I laugh at graceful way it streaks toward me 
and then it turns into white butterfly 
of divine wisdom when I wave my wand 
and cast my honest spell for peace on Earth. 

That small bomb falling from the godless sky 
does not explode in searing flames of rage 
and tear our bodies into bloody shreds 
because I love how apples bloom in spring 
which taste so sweet when I share one with you 
then listen as you sing your tale for me. 

That small bomb falling from the godless sky 
brings sacred scroll of wisdom from great hand 
of God who sits on golden judgment throne 
where he decides what souls will live or die 
with random lottery of plain bad luck 
because he is not there to control fate. 

That small bomb falling from the godless sky 
calls out my name with booming voice of Death, 
so I call back and give him clever name 
like Body-Blaster or Soul-Decimator, 
which makes us best friends in the whole wide world 
spinning slowly through the indifferent void. 

That small bomb falling from the godless sky, 
composed of atoms swerving in the void, 
lounges by pool of Narcissus with me 
as we take tea and crumpets with peach jam, 
and talk about the rise and fall of empires 
where the rich exploit the poor till all die. 

That small bomb falling from the godless sky 
asks me about the nature of my game 
to analyze effects of all my deeds 
with scales that balance the good with the bad, 
then blows me into bloody smithereens 
whether I am guilty or innocent. 

That small bomb falling from the godless sky 
asks me not about my race or my creed, 
nor wonders about my gender or age, 
because he wants to dance with me in Hell, 
so we twirl smiling in grand palace hall 
in harmony with the string quartet tune. 

That small bomb falling from the godless sky 
swoops down on silver wings of Icarus, 
and carries my up to the glowing cloud 
where Jesus waits for me in Hall of Heaven, 
but I wake alone on Golgotha Hill 
between two nations fighting brutal war.