Floating In The Pool

Floating In The Pool
© Surazeus
2024 11 08

I leave my body floating in the pool 
so the Book of Ghosts that lives on the moon 
can find my face that hangs on the church wall 
beside the telephone that never rings 
till the horse arrives from the Promised Land 
with the map that keeps changing where roads go. 

Since nobody contacts me anymore 
I will walk the shady lane with Asphodel 
who shows me flowers for which she was named 
till we arrive in meadow of the dead 
to join the choir of angels who regret 
stealing map of roads from my writing desk. 

If I hear someone in the rowan tree 
call the name my grandmother stole from Death 
I might think she is my daughter who has died, 
but when I pick up the white telephone 
I cannot remember the magic spell 
required to make rain fall on lonely hills. 

Now that everyone despises the king 
who brought glory to our land with the sword 
I push his idol off high pedestal 
and take his bones from coffin of his pride 
to build new empire on his fractured skull 
which defies the rules in the Book of Ghosts. 

Face in the clock fixed in the rowan trunk 
opens ten thousand eyes of long-dead stars 
inside orange I slice open with the knife 
through revelation of the sacred truth 
that always causes great empires to fall 
in meadows where asphodels bloom from skulls. 

People photograph me reading alone 
in the library where angels sing psalms, 
so I throw apples from the tower room 
for horses by the weeping creek to eat 
till the Devil gives me the telephone 
which he insists I can use to call God. 

Signs from Heaven hidden in Book of Ghosts, 
which I could see before the empire fell, 
point toward third return of the crownless king 
who insists he just wants to tend his farm 
where he plays lyre beneath the rowan tree 
while Asphodel serves us hot chocolate. 

Why anyone wants to control my mind 
confounds logical sense of the mad clown 
who mocks the king no one has ever seen, 
then everyone goes home after sunset 
and sits alone in their homes by the lake 
while planes drop bombs on paradise we lost.