Bow Of Burning Gold

Bow Of Burning Gold
© Surazeus
2024 10 18

The last dull knife that never cut the heart 
falls twirling from hand of arrogant hope 
to stab parched desert soil with nonchalance 
inured to silent screams of hungry crows 
who search for old prophet hiding in shade 
to count dead trees across the parking lot. 

The clear plastic pen leaking sticky ink 
on notebook paper by the broken glass 
allows old bleak thoughts to coagulate 
thicker than slimy muck of swampy lakes 
to ask the faceless shadow by the wall 
why crows congregate on telephone lines. 

The sizzling cellphone in can of stale pop 
chews bubble gum of anguish without care 
for young goats prancing by the barbed-wire fence 
each time the Devil tries to call his mom 
who grins as she gives apples to the dead 
crowded in the grocery store after noon. 

The angry typewriter screams tragic tales 
about the lonely professor who runs 
endless hallway of obvious research grants 
to study how mirrors distort the truth 
through constant assaults on calm decency 
except for red lights blinking in black rain. 

The plastic pair of glasses ponders why 
organic creatures of chemical goo 
always must suffer disgusting disease 
then crumble into components of time 
measured by soul-wracked ticking of the clock 
that unwinds nuclear obsessions with love. 

The fishing boat exclaims passionate love 
for the delicate waterfall of faith 
who dances awkwardly by the rice field 
in clumsy grace to the latest pop song 
while her boyfriend films her dance on his phone 
as planes with angel wings spray pesticides. 

The history book devours heroic ghosts 
with sharp-toothed words of critical insight 
to analyze harsh social consequence 
of settler colonialism for children 
who scatter from the soccer field of fame 
when slavers arrive in seven black vans. 

The psychotic computer advocates 
clemency for the dictator of lies 
who drives tank of ambition to attack 
bombed Parthenon on Hill of Liberty 
till Minerva aims bow of burning gold 
to shoot arrow of justice at his ghost.