Thursday, July 4, 2024

Mother Of Exiles

Mother Of Exiles
© Surazeus
2024 07 04

Though my feelings explode in the dark sky 
to scatter seeds of memories on the world, 
I sit on front porch and eat apple pie 
while evening news about the cosmic herald 
distorts spinning mirror of time and space 
when fireworks glitter on my upturned face. 

My memories blossom out of singing skulls 
from writhing bones of crippled dinosaurs 
along desert roads in telephone poles 
that dollop souls of demons into cars 
which soar above the clouds on rocket wings 
up to the glass moon where Rapunzel sings. 

Disheveled in long tattered robe of fame, 
Rapunzel at our sunset gates still stands 
with broken torch that no longer bears flame 
of freedom snuffed out in too many lands 
by tyrants who fear Mother of Exiles 
when she welcomes war refugees with smiles. 

Ten thousand children of Quetzalcoatl 
journey golden path through the Darien Gap 
to steal the lost scrolls of Aristotle, 
protected in dark cave by clever trap, 
so they can find work in the Promised Land 
ruled by Jupiter with his red right hand. 

Across the Chihuahuan Desert I walk 
among yucca, creosote, and mesquite 
in tune with hurricane of the mind clock 
that programs truth above the Mercy Seat 
where Jupiter paints mountains by the lake 
while Rapunzel chats with the apple snake. 

Escaping grim angel with flaming sword, 
I steal helicopter from office roof 
till Rapunzel gives me the secret chord 
that David designed to be weatherproof, 
then land in Garden of Eden with roar 
to lift my lamp beside the golden door. 

Arriving in Gotham City at dawn, 
with nothing but book of old photographs, 
I tell everyone I am not their pawn 
in political game we play for laughs, 
yet Rapunzel still wears our wedding ring 
though I was never crowned the fairy king. 

My sorrows explode in the freedom sky 
with beautiful flashes of ancient truth, 
so I will stop asking the serpent why 
she wants me to play the messiah sleuth, 
if I accept change in the world I fear, 
and wait for hidden dragon to appear. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus films documentary about the Mother of Exiles who guards sunset gates to the Promised Land.

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