Blind Elevator Man

Blind Elevator Man
© Surazeus
2024 01 12

What lifts my soul above the crippling storm 
with hurricane of gargoyles who steal wings 
is faith of the blind elevator man 
who lurks in shadows of museum rooms 
smearing his blood on paintings of dead gods 
to protest the most recent genocide. 

The weaver girl stuck on galactic bridge 
decides to ask me with innocent smile 
why I am the blind elevator man 
who knows art history like back of his hand 
so I erase the color of my skin 
with ten thousand masks I hang on the wall. 

Not quite surreptitious as Jesus was 
when he struck the snake writing in the tree, 
I climb the jagged slopes of Helicon 
to carve face of my father on the cliff 
when wingless angels in the church debate 
state of communism or monarchy. 

Yet the old novelist in brown tweed suit 
discusses bronze statue from Onatah 
that presents the blind elevator man 
as symbol of the soul which correlates 
with noble ambition to free all slaves 
since we left the jungle standing upright. 

When Phoebus immigrates to Arkansas 
he works as night janitor at the college, 
disguised as the blind elevator man 
who paints murals on red-brick ghetto walls 
which celebrate all young down-trodden heroes 
in fight against the world money machine. 

The people in bleak country by the sea 
who hide in caves on dusty river shore 
seek help from the blind elevator man 
who catches falling bombs with his bare hands 
then erases secret math formulas 
for chemical weapons from the chalkboard. 

We seek to resurrect with humble prayers 
better angels of our nature from fear 
and follow the blind elevator man 
who strums the mystic chords of memory 
as we sing chorus of our Union again 
with courage to support justice for all. 

Escaping maze of myths religion guards, 
I meditate on peak of Damavand 
to restore the blind elevator man 
who resurrects as Shiva with the snake 
to help Parvati banish proud Andhaka 
with light of Liberty bright in our hearts.