Global State Of Anglonesia

Global State Of Anglonesia
© Surazeus
2023 11 07

Lost in vast wilderness of America 
on my sacred quest for the Holy Grail, 
stumbling in the waste land of heresy, 
I see shining above the Golden Dome 
of Hagia Sophia in Byzantium 
Maria Magdalena, Empress of Life. 

When I climb Stairway to Heaven, I find 
Jesus and his descendants crowned with light, 
Meroveus, Constantinus, Arthurus, 
Carolus Magnus, Willelmus Normandius, 
each one new Messsiah of Anglonesia 
who seeks to rule over all Telluria. 

Gathered in temple of Mother Sophia, 
wise granddaughter of Maria Magdalena, 
Jesus and his descendants, crowned as kings, 
sing hymns about David, Joshua, and Adam, 
then drink wine and feast on roasted beef steak 
while Phoebus strums lyre of Mercurius. 

Young children in costumes perform the play 
recounting origin of their great clan, 
Jesus crucified by petty King Herodus 
as Maria escapes to Massilia by boat 
to hide in holy cave of Santa Bauma 
with their kids, Tamar, Jesus, and Josephus. 

Gold Lion Dragon of the Holy Grail 
rises on wings of flame from Cave of Dreams 
to conquer wild tribes of Gothinia 
and found world empire on skull of Odinus 
that rings the north, America to Russia, 
linked by Isle of Avalon at its core. 

From Mount Olympus rises ghost of Zeus 
on Phoenix wings from ashes of world war 
who binds kingdoms into United Nations 
with spirit of Otania at its core 
to found one global state of Anglonesia 
ruled by the Dream Book Zoroaster wrote. 

Strange vision of the future world empire, 
that emerges like Cetus from sea waves, 
dissipates at cold rosy flash of dawn 
when the sun gleams over Rainbow Mountains 
with shadow-piercing rays of the Red Cross, 
so I laugh at how mortal men play God. 

Illusion of that world empire is gone, 
leaving me alone on the river shore 
where I watch spider of Robert the Bruce 
weave star-gleaming web of indifferent Nature 
between Tree of Knowledge and Tree of Life, 
so I lounge and eat apples by my tomb.