Saturday, October 26, 2024

Colossal Idol Of Gold

Colossal Idol Of Gold
© Surazeus
2024 10 26

When my soul flashes and yearns with the sea 
I spread wings of Icarus to fly high, 
but fall off statue of Nebuchadnezzar 
just as Sisyphus sends his rolling stone 
bouncing down the rugged slopes of Mount Zion 
to smash the haughty king into mad clowns. 

The star-eyed angel with gossamer wings 
in milky robe that flutters in sea breeze 
dives down from Heaven on the lightning flash 
that splits globe of my heart with promises 
while laughing with watery sound of the harp 
as I fall from grace to reality. 

Trembling with passion of the roaring sea, 
I run with howling wind on sparkling sand 
till wretched pain of my Plutonian soul 
vibrates aggressive wisdom of the storm 
so my heart swells with radiance of the moon 
from holy vision of the shocking truth. 

Twirling blade of metal I forged from flame, 
I strike snarling sharp-toothed demon of hate 
with fierce aggression pulsing from my heart 
till I hack its scaly flesh into steak 
which I roast on crackling flames of delight 
to feast on bloody spirit of its rage. 

Ascending stairs up pyramid of Uruk, 
where Gilgamesh reigned as world-wise king, 
I fight through horde of spear-thrusting warriors, 
then stand before old vampire king of death 
and declare, I am Ozymandias, 
and I now rule the world with bloody sword. 

I will fight with righteousness of my strength 
to kill every man who opposes me 
till I am the only king in the world 
by building empire of justice and and peace 
on corpses of tyrants, slavers, and thieves, 
and through murder protect the innocent. 

Though I have grown old and weary with time, 
my frail body but leather bag of bones, 
I command sons of farmers to construct 
colossal idol of gold with iron feet 
so men will worship me ten thousand years 
as God on Earth who built empire of peace. 

To stop tyrants from waging endless wars 
I kill every man who calls himself king 
and trample on all their religious scriptures, 
so gaze on paradise garden I built 
for Tree of Life with always bear rich fruit 
and never crumble into desolate waste. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus sits on head of the fallen idol of Ozymandias and stares at the lone and level sands of the waste land that stretch far away.

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