Thursday, October 17, 2024

Mountain Of The Lord

Mountain Of The Lord
© Surazeus
2024 10 17

The sudden roust of howling in the church 
leaves my stone brain suddenly in the lurch 
to tumble down from Mountain of the Lord 
and sprawl on rancid meadow of the sword 
more lonely than sad angel on the wall 
whose moan suggests I should answer the call. 

Disease lurks in dark waters of the fount 
too easy for me to record the count 
of sorrows strangers toss in well of tears 
from vain attempts to extricate their fears 
piercing their hearts as a rose-triggered thorn 
till demons wake at soul-blast of the horn. 

With superstitious urgency of faith, 
which radiates from god eyes of the star wraith, 
I scribble riddles blind angels dictate 
that should teach mankind how to navigate 
maze of myths were we wander lost in lies, 
never knowing who works for him as spies. 

As noble representative of truth, 
commissioned to play the messiah sleuth 
for world-wide audience of grim theists, 
I hammer Death with curse that God exists 
though no one haunts palaces of gold clouds 
except crucified clown wrapped in the shroud. 

Accoutered church constructed from god bones, 
where vampire priest preaches to faithful clones, 
echoes with soft voice of Leviathan 
who slithers in the ruined Parthenon 
where I recite with voice of Jupiters 
belligerent epic of philosophers. 

In sacred hall of faceless ghosts I sing 
about Icarus and his broken wing 
who flies to Heaven where Jesus resides 
in garden of fruit as Queen Mermaid hides 
till harpies gather in vast ring of stones 
to play haunting tunes on draconic bones. 

Before haloed face of our Fairy Queen 
I pledge true love to marry Melusine 
who casts runes from the well to prophesy 
hour I begin to reign as Adonai, 
so I send jetplanes to bomb paradise, 
then sell empty lots above market price. 

Calculating what each human is worth, 
I measure landscape of the spinning Earth 
to build world empire that negates all wars 
which allows everyone to operate stores 
selling art they create with magic words 
that replicate philosophy of birds. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus stops into the empty church in the small English town by the sea.

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