Monday, December 23, 2024

When Women Collapse

When Women Collapse
© Surazeus
2024 12 23

Sordid beauty of sharp aesthetic light 
brightens faces with astonishing peach, 
soft as glowing sorrow people conceal 
when we pay attention to mute despair 
spilling from half-open mouths in dire angst 
forgotten each morning in time for work. 

High-powered weapon of my wordless hands 
transforms illusion of our shared world view 
which divides into opposing world views 
claiming authority of valid truth, 
till the view founded on lies will collapse 
to make way for the view based on real truth. 

False views require energy to maintain 
so, though their enforcers oppress and kill, 
they fall exhausted from fear in the end, 
and what is true about the world remains 
since it requires naught but calm honesty 
from believers to continue their lives. 

Old woman who nursed the soul of the world 
picks figs and pomegranates from steel trees 
to feed lost hungry orphans in the streets 
till one grows up to play Persephone 
who becomes pregnant from the silent owl 
so she teaches her son how to make guns. 

When the old grow mute from fighting for truth, 
the young steal the stories they left in books 
to play the drama prophets warned against 
till daughters of Death huddle in the church 
and plot revolution against the king 
who tries to steal their incarnation eggs. 

Civilizations will always collapse 
when women collapse from fear and despair, 
exhausted by working while men trade lies 
forged into coins from gold bones of the Earth, 
yet they gather children composed of words 
to build Republic of Zarathia. 

Extending crippled hands of twisted trust, 
women scatter seeds of faith in the soil 
to grow wheat that angels use to bake bread 
so we gather in bleak cathedral ruins 
to eat flesh of the Earth and drink its blood, 
then party wild till the apocalypse. 

When I grow sick with cancer of despair, 
I operate on myself on the church alter, 
dissecting layers of psychotic trauma 
programmed by berserk ancestors in dreams, 
till I, ensorcelled by conceptual faith, 
design Republic of Zarathia. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus helps the woman who collapses, supporting her as he guides her to the river shore where she drinks sorrow of society to gain strength of love.

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