When I Smile © Surazeus 2024 01 27 When I smile, bald eagles fly from my mouth and claw eyes of men who crown themselves kings by claiming divine right of market greed to exploit people seeking work to live, then rip my womb open when I give birth to cosmic herald, son of Liberty. When I smile, haughty sharks swim from my mouth and chase submarines of arrogant kings down into Underworld where Lucifer reigns over sprawling Pandemonium so mute workers make computers and cars in factories fueled by blood of dinosaurs. When I smile, horses gallop from my mouth and carry brave heroes fighting world war between Jesus, Rama, Caishen, and Thor to control mineral mines and oil wells while Ishtar stands on One-Eye Pyramid to fight for justice and freedom for all. When I smile, crocodiles crawl from my mouth and chase people escaping jungle gangs who swim toward Texas in muddy Rio Grande, but huddle terrified in barbed-wire coils while cowboys in red trucks shoot at their eyes then hire them to harvest crops from their fields. When I smile, Christian wolves prowl from my mouth, disguised in blue jeans and red baseball caps, and hunt for Jesus in vast city streets to crucify that weak communist hippie on telephone pole of the Promised Land that would make America great again. When I smile, fear rockets roar from my mouth and blast homes of common folk into rubble who dare defy the wealthy oligarch when he assimilates their tribal land into vast empire of his bank account where skeletons wait to dance in his tomb. When I smile, guns somersault from my mouth and rearrange necessity of fate that we express in war for social power by singing in spotlight of prophecy to wear bright jeweled crown of fickle Fame who laughs at us as we fall in our graves. When I smile, butterflies scream from my mouth in swirling flocks of lithe galactic coils unspooling immortal soul of our genes so our children reprogram our world view to dismantle all special privileges when the cosmic herald returns from Hell.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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