Fate Of Religious Ways

Fate Of Religious Ways
© Surazeus
2024 04 24

Fractured windows of the abandoned house 
reveal in swirling snow of frosted eyes 
soft faceless voices of convenient wells, 
and shadows torn from books of lonely tales 
that fail to praise fate of religious ways 
as if our bodies stumble on the loose. 

Bright yellow flowers of the rain-wet field 
that spew conceptual poison of despair 
attract naive butterflies of honesty 
who dance in fragile hope of ecstasy 
above smooth shining roof of the fast car 
that takes us to empty church of the failed. 

Long rows of houses on curved suburb roads 
entomb our treacled fantasy of faith 
concerning venomous beasts of the book 
that teaches young wives how to bake the cake 
so homeless people pay to come and look 
with access to swamp temple of mad toads. 

Old woman with her long hair drawn out tight 
photographs bats crawling on blackened wall 
to disprove reproof of long-silent bells 
which still distort the hours with silent tolls 
when ghosts in empty cisterns climb the hill 
to play chess with the puppet of moonlight. 

More bodies dug from graves of swirling sand 
leave dry bones rattling on our kitchen shelves 
who whisper stories of arrogant hope 
because the price of freedom is too steep 
though rain waits on the streets of angry calves 
herded by the oak clown with curious mind. 

Falling towers in cities of mad kings 
who once controlled vast empires of dream slaves 
radiate soft glow of unreal consciousness 
confusing people who try to buy bliss 
based on decay of truth from smoking stoves 
since the sad jester protests social wrongs. 

Wind under the door from riddles of bones 
leads homeless refugees from land-grab wars 
to search for eyes of pearls in shallow seas 
where drowned men clutch with fear at greedy keys 
designed to open academic doors 
where robots study secrets of lost runes. 

Huddled in torn tent on the river shore, 
Tiresias asks the turtle with gold eyes 
if he can purchase stocks in companies 
that finance wars for building colonies, 
then rattles tin can of bones to call spies 
who dwell in abandoned house of the star.