If Our Empire Falls

If Our Empire Falls
© Surazeus
2024 11 17

I am not concerned if our empire falls 
because some people think their race and class 
is clever enough to control the rest 
thought no one reads the writing on the walls 
that claims the fight over wealth is too crass 
since the winner must always be the best. 

Each time I walk into the crowded room 
with voice of the people I speak in code 
the owl outside the window proves its point 
that humans are prone to expect grand doom 
since our ancestors always took the road 
less traveled by to temple of the saint. 

If nature, not art, can usurp the prayer 
each artist portrays on canvas of time, 
ruined buildings of her body contain 
expression of the portrait far less fair 
than secret that our brains evolve from slime, 
so we walk together in silent rain. 

I understand what the trees try to tell 
before they throw smog at resilient flowers 
in chorus of laments on road of skulls 
awake in puzzling light of the rune well 
that feeds three blind brides in absolute towers 
who teach their kind husbands not to be tools. 

Whatever name you think to call me now 
I will accept it based on ancient stars 
to clean secret smudge off back of my soul 
when we assemble to worship the cow 
which travels in circles with silver cars 
because surviving the end is our goal. 

Each segment in strange story of my life 
swings open with arrogance of the orange 
devised by the fallen angel to heal 
broken hearts of lovers confused by strife 
of singing girls to be crowned in Stonehenge 
as Fairy Queen who controls the state wheel. 

This world where we are born from ache of love 
is dream of this world that spins among stars 
in oval cycle around the sun god 
who invites us to grand feast in the cove 
through trap to assassinate son of Mars 
who is on track to lead the Justice Squad. 

The lake of pain where humans bathe at dawn 
reveals cold absence of our mortal state 
we use to share our monstrous tenderness 
as background players who would crown the pawn 
as hidden emperor who rewrites fate 
if we decide to sell our happiness.