Stupidus The Clown

Stupidus The Clown
© Surazeus
2024 06 04

I might disappear in the morning rain 
while walking through the forest of dead gods 
to play lyre and recite heroic tales 
in bright-lit feasting hall of the rich lord 
who gives loaves of bread to those who create 
hymns that praise the noble deeds he performs. 

Faceless mask on the television screen 
reveals the secret soul I try to hide 
while shielding my heart from arrows of hate 
hurled by harsh critics jealous of my skill 
when the playful dog of the curious girl 
pulls back curtain where I play puppeteer. 

While wearing mask of Stupidus the Clown, 
I stand before the brightly painted door 
and cry out to blithe people passing by 
prophecies about how all empires fall, 
so come inside Theater of the Absurd 
and watch our play of Zathamar the Weird. 

When lights on the ceiling and walls are dimmed 
flushed faces of the wealthy gaze with hope 
to watch performers wearing masks of gods 
perform the tale of how our nation-state 
blooms from wild woods of opportunity 
which justifies our right to rule this land. 

Then after all the clowns have pranced and sang 
with joyful bawdiness for fruitful love, 
from swirling curtain of solemnity 
steps Naevius with Campanian arrogance 
who chants, while Mercurius strums his lyre, 
epic poem that records the Punic War. 

With graceful rhythm of Saturnian verse, 
sung by the Fauns and Seers of ancient times 
who dwelled with Muses in the lofty crags, 
bold Naevius recounts how Roman warriors 
fought and defeated Carthaginian thieves 
to rule wine-dark waves of Middle-Earth Sea. 

Long after Roma and Britannia ruled 
empire they expanded around the globe, 
Zarathia now rules both sea and sky 
with aircraft carriers that launch warplanes 
to enforce Liberty with rule of law 
through our republican democracy. 

While sons of Jesus through Meroveus 
wield Scepter of Zambor in the White House, 
Stupidus the Clown hides in mountain cave 
to write prophecies on frail autumn leaves 
that blow away in hurricane of greed 
so I disappear in the morning rain.