Poetry Construction Engineer

Poetry Construction Engineer
© Surazeus
2024 10 31

Strolling on the leaf-paved trail in oak woods 
around the mountain lake that sparkles clear, 
he explains his next art project will be 
to create fake social media accounts 
for characters who would never exist 
in fiction, but often do in real life. 

The loneliest oak leaf in the world falls 
slowly on his head to crown him with glory 
of sunlight streaming angled through tall trees, 
so he switches to talking about art 
in the language of wolves who know the gloom 
of starless nights that veil our world in doom. 

Pulling the jeweled serpent from his throat, 
that writhes in agony of bookless faith, 
he throws his sorrow in the sparkling lake 
which swims away as the winged crocodile 
who wants to chat about philosophy 
but must get to work at the factory. 

The ugliest princess in the world glides 
with elegant grace on catwalk of fame, 
wearing the trendiest fashions from Paris 
who gives her the apple Eris gave him 
to prove he sees her inner beauty more 
than paper mask that hides her nuclear core. 

Painting faces of dead children on walls 
of corporate headquarters with oil and blood, 
he explains to the pretty journalist 
that true art is always political 
because we express our view about life 
through images of suffering we design. 

The smartest woman in the world designs 
social programs that center psychic needs 
of mothers who raise children of the world 
for they will inherit polluted Earth 
cluttered with debris of religious faith 
that artists display in glass galleries. 

Writing his name on water of the sea, 
he steals bow and arrow of Cupido 
to shoot the nightingale with ache of love, 
then, roasting it on flat-top pyramid 
where Ishtar invented religious faith, 
meditates with Vasuki round his neck. 

The weirdest prophet in the world programs, 
as Poetry Construction Engineer, 
visions that frame how people see the world 
with scientific formulas through facts 
so their actions create, and not destroy, 
atomic structure of reality.