If I See Angels

If I See Angels
© Surazeus
2024 01 23

If I see angels brawling in the sky 
over who will eat the pear of farewell, 
I wish I could somersault to the moon 
to find flower of immortality 
that glows white as snowflakes on desert sand 
which conjures glimmer of love in your eyes. 

If I see angels falling from the sky 
in race to rewind the clock in the oak, 
I wish I might attend the winter ball 
so I can take the deadly leap of faith 
as smirking cadaver on sandy beach 
to fight the battle no one wants to win. 

If I see angels screaming in the sky 
with dull somnambulance of honesty, 
I wish I never find the dragon egg 
hidden deep in engine of the jetplane 
so I can forge new words from wicked thoughts 
with fungible resource of the fake mask. 

If I see angels sleeping in the sky 
with silent beauty of the sordid moon, 
I wish I should dance ballet for the queen 
who crowns her son as clown of everywhere 
though he keeps water in his trembling mouth 
to weep for the girl who drowned in the Styx. 

If I see angels hopping in the sky 
with heart-twisting angst of celebrity, 
I wish I shall not translate sad curse words 
the ocean speaks while cracking continents 
so we march home with loyal pulchritude 
to claim the power and glory of death. 

If I see angels howling in the sky 
with weird liberty of the theater, 
I wish I will write formulas in code 
with blood on marble walls of palace halls 
where mighty kings feast on souls of the poor 
before the falling of the laughter bomb. 

If I see angels typing in the sky 
to weave strange chemical stories of love, 
I wish I may not wish again today 
to prove the world of ideas is flat 
with houses of imaginary ghosts 
who wake up in brains of the not-yet-born. 

If I see angels bleeding in the sky 
from bombs that blast their temples into dust, 
I wish I am what I will always be 
when I wear mask of the many-faced god 
who laughs with bitter joy that Death still wins 
no matter who chooses to play the game.