Her Last Tear Gleams © Surazeus 2024 02 10 Picking wild flowers in garden of Hera that bloom along the Chattahoochee stream, I think about the little girl named Hind whose voice cries out to me as if in dream for help when men shoot bullets at her car as her last tear gleams with the morning star. Baking hot apple pies on winter eve, sprinkled with cinnamon like snow on trees, I wonder how my broken heart will grieve death of young girl in desert of red bees who trembles in the bullet-riddled car as her last tear gleams with the evening star. Pondering how to restore abortion rights since women should control their body health, I lie awake with Hind on lonely nights who watches wolves hunt her soul with sly stealth, clutching her dead cousin in bloody car as her last tear gleams with indifferent star. Listening to Moonlight Sonata express heart-aching sorrow of love for the dead, I long to help the young girl in distress who waits stranded with paralyzing dread while laughing men shoot bullets at her car as her last tear gleams with blood of the star. Eating waffles with strawberries and syrup then reading comics on the sunlit porch, I feel anguish of the heaven-sent cherub who searches smoky streets with frantic torch to rescue Hind from bullet-riddled car as her last tear gleams with the obscured star. Attending service in the solemn church with prayers to the Faceless in empty sky, I ask God lounging on his lofty perch with anguish of confusing wisdom why sweet Hind had to die alone in that car as her last tear gleams with the ancient star. Cheering my team at the Super Bowl game as star-eyed singer of social dissent, I leverage attention of global fame to lament slaughter of the innocent through elegy for dead girl in the car as her last tear gleams with forgotten star. Praying for innocent people killed in war on either side of the national fence, I sell people food in my grocery store to discuss paradox of self-defense when Hind is shot escaping in the car as her last tear gleams with the righteous star.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, February 10, 2024
Her Last Tear Gleams
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