Hyacinths In Moonlight

Hyacinths In Moonlight
© Surazeus
2025 02 04

Pungent scent of hyacinths in moonlight 
veils her heart with swirling mist of desire 
so she walks through every room in the house 
to light tall candles with flickers of pain 
that dance in boisterous gusts of silver rain 
so green shoots thrust from urgency of love. 

Each break of sorrow from apple tree limbs 
extracts from silence murmur of strange voice 
expressing love for still relentless time 
till she stops suddenly before fake door 
that wears mask of someone she thinks she knows 
if she can steal their name from gust of wind. 

Concerned about destruction of the hall 
where his grandfather Goliath lies dead, 
Grendel scoops chess pieces in leather bang 
and walks endless beach of sugar-white sand 
where footsteps of Erendira preserve 
pools of black blood from broken hearts of angels. 

On bomb-blasted ruins of ancient homes 
in Garden of Eden, scattered for miles 
as heaps of broken memories and hopes, 
Grendel builds enormous estate of glass 
where she wanders huge empty rooms of hope, 
adjusting frequency of her brainwaves. 

Marked by sapphires of the infinite sky, 
Grendel brings herbs to her garden estate, 
burned down by gang of wolves with serpent eyes, 
to prove he loves her more than life itself 
while they float on their backs in the sad lake 
and plot how to paint shadows of the mind. 

With promise of regressive sovereignty, 
she scatters sunlight and rain on the soil 
where random seeds sprout into temple halls 
composed of trees that intertwine their limbs 
to imitate puzzle of Gordian knots 
professional enough to hang their god. 

Erendira tosses mirror of fate 
in dirt of atoms where it crawls away 
as laughing turtle of the uncrowned prince 
who insists he is Grendel recompiled 
by computer code that allows state thieves 
to access secret messages of seers. 

Through limited range of murderous words 
Grendel expresses his passionate love 
for innocent Erendira who sleeps 
while stars sprout into grapevines of desire 
where new hymns sung by the celestial choir 
contribute to rise and fall of respect. 

Lifetimes Of Arcane Truth

Lifetimes Of Arcane Truth
© Surazeus
2025 02 04

The most important concept of all time 
that he could say with words upon his tongue 
chokes his soul with fraught anguish of despair, 
so he carves bitter curse on church brick wall 
with holy blood from his dream-crippled hand 
to prove his innocence to the glass moon. 

Descending holy mountain of black smoke 
with fractured tablets carved with divine words, 
he struts before blind people of the land 
to show them beauty in the crystal sand, 
then steals the beautiful dreams of their hearts 
yet leaves them praising his name with respect. 

Through liquid shadows of colorful fears 
time slithers across smeared mirror of fate 
in measured deformation of sweet lies 
when he expresses doubt about plain facts 
that crush television screens into sugar 
which sweetens deception of honest faith. 

With blindness of Nature reflecting hope, 
reticent to accept bold deference, 
he perceives ingratitude of dark debt 
unsheathed by grasping hands of idol masks 
asleep all winter under frozen dirt 
which hinders success of untempered plans. 

Wild energy of aggressive desire, 
by nature trenchant with excessive hope, 
inspires his purpose to regain the sky 
with distinct keenness of separate instincts 
considered too wealthy for the fecund chill 
still crippling children with pity from Death. 

Alarmed by fluid definitions, stuck 
in restless landscape of unsteady flight, 
he glances back at disappearing roads 
replaced by twilight of abandonment, 
unfit for romantics who ignore how 
fate suspends our bodies with taut contempt. 

Windows effaced with shadows of suspense, 
accessory to contemptible crimes, 
he almost understands mystery of Zen 
inhaling hollow strictness of disgust 
without moderation through equity, 
tangible only to sensitive minds. 

Safe under canopy of the fruit tree, 
undistracted by whiteness of the bridge 
across which spirits float on wingless breath, 
he ponders why all conscious entities 
accumulate lifetimes of arcane truth 
which all vanishes at hour of our death. 

Terrible Angel Of Light

Terrible Angel Of Light
© Surazeus
2025 02 04

While she strolls in the busy shopping mall 
Gretel drops bread crumbs to mark out her trail, 
but wanders listlessly with hungry angst 
through endless winding corridors of glass 
past computers and fashionable clothes 
till she stops alone on the windy plain. 

Entering round tent of green embroidered silk, 
Gretel dons long gold silk gown and silver tiara, 
then sits on red velvet cushion at oak desk, 
picks up the quill from feather of the swan, 
dips it in pot of black ink, and begins 
to write lines of verse about love and trust. 

The Raven that followed trail of bread crumbs, 
devouring memories she left on the ground, 
enters the tent with gust of mountain wind, 
and transforms into tall elegant man 
wearing black pants and jacket with red tie, 
then bows and places emerald in her hand. 

Teleported in blinding flash of light, 
Gretel finds herself in white linen gown 
pushing large cart piled with dirty bed sheets 
inside huge brick Magdalene laundry house, 
and thinking about the cute baby boy 
they took away from her after his birth. 

Determined to escape harsh slavery, 
Gretel punches the guard and takes their gun, 
then aims it at director in blue suit 
who trembles as she snatches his car keys, 
then cries in anguish as she drives long road 
winding along the rocky Irish shore. 

Arriving at small town in misty cove, 
Gretel follows shimmering fairy wings 
till she stands before quaint bookstore cafe 
where her long-lost son with pert ponytail 
and hipster beard cooks vegetarian meals, 
then sings Irish ballads while playing guitar. 

Bringing plate of food every afternoon 
to the old homeless woman on the bench, 
Brian chats with her about life and such, 
listening to her wild tales of teenage years 
attending vanlife renaissance festivals, 
amazed at sparkle of joy in her eyes. 

Wading out into surging ocean waves, 
Gretel stretches both arms up to the sky 
and shouts that joy at tragedy of life, 
then floats down into silence of the sea 
where she sees terrible angel of light 
bear her aching body to mindless stars. 

Warning Of The Wolf

Warning Of The Wolf
© Surazeus
2025 02 04

When they decide to meet beside the sea 
and throw all their sorrows in sunless deeps, 
they fall asleep under the rowan tree 
among flowers where the grasshopper leaps 
so their hearts break not when the empire falls 
at relentless dance of porcelain dolls. 

Yet when they hear eerie hoot of the owl 
they wake in moonlight by the shining pool, 
startled by grim figure in long black cowl 
who smiles and suggests they return to school 
so they are ready when the empire falls 
to sell homemade crafts in the market stalls. 

Strange shadow of the star-eyed seraphim 
looms over busy market just at noon 
when Rapunzel in the tower sings hymn 
to wake psychotic demon of the moon 
who declares the empire will rise again 
at cheerful tweeting of the crazy wren. 

They hide their feelings in the polished box 
which Pandora brought as their wedding gift, 
so when she gives birth to the nine-tailed fox 
he wanders lost in the mountain snow drift 
to deny the empire will rise again 
through analysis of his bloody pen. 

Fooled by Rasputin that their plan is strong, 
King Midas and Duke Golfindel play golf 
with heads of departments who chose the wrong, 
but they fail to heed Warning of the Wolf 
who howls distraught at fall of our empire 
while we cope and join the heavenly choir. 

Bowing to Pluto on his Kremlin throne, 
Midas offers him the Treasury Key, 
but Oil King gives Orange Clown broken bone, 
so he chops down the Eden garden tree 
so no one eats at fall of our empire 
except his propaganda versifier. 

Weeping at funeral of America 
while Liberty lies imprisoned by Greed, 
the Lost People cry out to Onatah 
who gives everyone her magic corn seed, 
then comforts us our empire will not die 
for Icarus will teach us how to fly. 

From burned ruins of smoking Babylon 
rival tribes of Zarathia unite 
to build new nation based on Avalon 
where every person shares the equal right 
to live free in world empire of the why 
saved from destruction by the nameless spy. 

Music Of The Star Mind

Music Of The Star Mind
© Surazeus
2025 02 03

Awakened by music of the Star Mind 
that chimes alarmingly soft in night wind, 
Zara glides on beach of the moon-white sea 
to listen for faint voices of the dead 
who whisper their names in forgotten song 
that only she can hear in tweets of larks. 

When silver jet with angelic wings glides 
across dark evening sky of the Star Mind, 
Zara hides under branches of the cypress 
to blank her face invisible to Death, 
but shivers when she feels his burning eyes 
regard her fragile soul with mocking grin. 

"This plum tree that blooms on the river shore 
might be the tree where Eve ate of the fruit, 
so I too will consume pure Plum of Truth 
to gain arcane wisdom of the Star Mind," 
Zara whispers while tasting sweet despair 
to savor strangeness of still being alive. 

"Though bombs no longer blast our garden homes, 
I still feel explosions of naked light 
flash my eyes blind with terror at false hope," 
Zara tries to explain to the Star Mind 
that stares at her from the dark evening sky, 
"but I forgot how to sing about love." 

Breathing deep innocence of the Star Mind 
with bold intensity of cautious hope, 
Zara hums melody of ocean waves 
that glitter on the shore of spongy sand 
where her footsteps capture puddles of tears 
that vibrate in harmony with her heart. 

"I perceive in mirror of the Star Mind 
honest compassion Faceless God designed 
as shining beacon of conceptual faith 
that guides me on Way of the Cosmic Wraith 
across the waste land of ignorant greed 
to paradise where I plant this fruit seed." 

Ghosts of soldiers emerge from the Star Mind, 
surrounding her safe cypress tree with guns, 
and hollow Voice of Death declares with doom, 
"We must destroy this Messenger of Peace 
for she is destined to found world religion 
that merges all religions in new faith." 

Trembling in terror at the Voice of Doom, 
Zara stands and walks barefoot in the sand 
toward ghosts of soldiers clutching guns of fear, 
and with enchanting song of timeless love 
dispels them with music of the Star Mind 
that flows in waves of truth across the land. 

Readjust Her Mind

Readjust Her Mind
© Surazeus
2025 02 03

Since she would rather not face death today, 
Kathy walks backward through the relocked door 
to hide her memories in the broken box 
that floats away on river of mute tears, 
in vain attempt to readjust her mind 
to flow in harmony with social norms. 

Having got lost in the maze of desire 
that always changes unexpectedly 
based on each random decision she makes, 
Kathy stops and waits in the doorless room 
for the ship that never arrives in port 
with the book she ordered from the blind priest. 

Startled by strange song of the butterfly 
that echoes in Grand Canyon of her heart, 
Kathy tries to answer the telephone 
that keeps ringing no matter what she says, 
though horses on the reservation run 
with flapping of the flag in desert wind. 

Yellow orioles in magnolia trees 
discuss opposing world philosophies 
to figure out which one presents true keys 
Kathy can use when she tries to unlock 
cathedral doors before the meteor hits 
our world to break illusion of the heart. 

With teeming excess of unwinding thoughts, 
that pulse vibrantly against strict constraints 
of social convention bound with dream laws, 
Kathy recites endless spell of respect 
to figure out how disasters occur 
so she can safely guide our ship of state. 

Wrecked on time-shifting shore of the new world 
where children dance on pyramids of skulls, 
Kathy walks along timeless beach of faith 
to find the tall Statue of Liberty 
half-buried in the sand of endless change 
at the smell of butter on toasted bread. 

Accessing computer system at dawn 
that controls payments from the Treasury, 
Kathy calculates how much it will cost 
to rebuild infrastructure of the state 
destroyed by greed of hungry oligarchs 
who still attempt to enslave everyone. 

Driving her children to school every day 
where they learn to become good citizens 
who work hard with hope and obey the law, 
Kathy wears her blue police uniform 
to enforce social law of self-control 
till thief she obstructs shoots her in the head. 

Sea Of Star-Souls

Sea Of Star-Souls
© Surazeus
2025 02 02

When the comet retrieves time from the sun 
to besiege lush globe with colors of fear, 
Tethys draws circle on eye of the stone 
with blood of hope that drips between her legs 
to connect her shadow with words of faith 
from throbbing passion of her tingling breast. 

Moving her face close enough for her cheek 
to brush soft pomegranate blossoms, red 
as blood that smears the insides of her thighs, 
Tethys cracks thick fruit open with sore hands, 
and sucks sweet fruit that drips onto her breast 
till her hands are sticky with happy angst. 

Wind blows fire smoke around in frantic gusts 
of aching passion as she hugs herself, 
then chuckles to imagine she has wings 
long as those the swan stretches up to clouds, 
and feels herself shudder as the swan flaps 
angelic apprehension of moonlight. 

Flopping over on the salty beach sand, 
Tethys stretches her arms and legs outward 
with anguished groan of pleasure to express 
compassion for unbearable regret 
to embrace the sun with writhing contempt, 
body defiled by desire of the wind. 

Gushing Spring of her heart releases flash 
of energetic rainbow after rain 
splashes her breasts of mountainous respect 
for subtle arrogance of folded forms 
when she becomes excessive weight of time, 
then Tethys sits upright again and sighs. 

When Glaucus returns with large fish he caught, 
and sits to roast it over crackling flames, 
Tethys brushes his arm with tender fingers, 
"You filled my heart with spirit of your eyes 
so now your soul incarnates in my womb 
in child that combines our souls in new soul." 

Gasping with pleasure of wide open eyes, 
Glaucus kisses her mouth and pats her belly, 
then gives her leather bag of apple juice, 
so she drinks while he tears strips of burnt fish 
then puts them in her open mouth and grins, 
"Now you must eat for both you and our child." 

Pointing to comet that streaks in the sky, 
Tethys declares, "New spirit of our child 
is coming to us from Sea of Star-Souls," 
then lies down, belly full of food and juice, 
while Glaucus cuddles her with warm embrace, 
and they savor pleasure of being alive. 

Desolation Of The Mind

Desolation Of The Mind
© Surazeus
2025 02 02

When I reach desolation of the mind, 
Glaucus ponders while floating in the sea, 
my spirit is revived by song of sirens 
who call me with weird language wind designed 
so I declare with laughter I am free 
from conceptual angst of fearful environs. 

Yet when I hear my thoughts inside my head 
rambling with random conclusions of fate, 
I wonder what false logic I contrive 
to prove my bravery can dispel this dread 
that hovers over me with wordless hate 
when I ask Glow Cloud how I can survive. 

When I was young and running on the beach 
my father always spoke to me of ways 
that he employs as rituals to catch fish, 
yet now his faceless spirit out of reach 
speaks to me from Glow Cloud in misty haze 
as if he dreams inside my secret wish. 

Though he is gone, long crumbled into sand, 
his voice speaks from my mouth in his same words, 
so now his spirit glows inside my flesh 
with angry passion vibrant with this land 
where I roam wild and sing with hostile birds 
through taut concern entangled in vast mesh. 

When bright sun bleeds on mountains in the west 
and soft shy moon nests on thick bed of pines, 
I rise from ocean wave with strength of hope 
to blaze secret trail on clandestine quest 
in dusk-dim forest where no sad star shines 
to rest in my cave on steep meadow slope. 

Long evening shimmer of motionless time 
enshrouds my aching body with soft hum, 
so I smile at Glow Cloud who watches me 
with unseen face of my father at chime 
of smooth crystals that calculate the sum 
of memories I leave floating on the sea. 

Half asleep in dim gleam of early night, 
I sense ghost of my father sitting near 
whose voice relates fierce battle of respect 
he fought with savage dragon of sunlight 
too many days to count from jagged fear 
with wounded pride his laughter must correct. 

Awake with startled anguish of concern, 
Glaucus strides back down to the ocean beach 
to catch writhing sea serpent with sharp spear, 
then roasts it on hot flames so death can learn 
that he shall claim her treasures beyond reach, 
because this world is one huge spinning sphere. 

Labyrinth Of Pandora

Labyrinth Of Pandora
© Surazeus
2025 02 02

Dust on the cracked window of the wood house 
distorts dim shadow of late afternoon 
to speckle light on blank walls of desire, 
imperfect reflection twisting soft words 
in metal hangers reluctant to show 
what illusions stiff doors pretend to hide. 

Inestimably wonderful gift of fear 
slithers softly under locked doors of hope 
to erode silence with steady despair 
unrelated to arrogance of old books 
where ghosts of heroes lie in unread words 
to never flutter curtains stained with blood. 

If Achilles leads his time-crippled horse 
through labyrinth of Pandora to conceal 
innocent anguish of broken road signs, 
he might remember why his mother smells 
like ripe cantaloupe on silver beach sand 
each time he reaches out his startled hand. 

Washing porcelain plates in metal sink, 
Pandora hums while sparrows in elms tweet, 
wipes hands dry on apron of faithfulness, 
then sets cup of coffee with careful hands 
on round table by the leather armchair 
where Achilles reads news about the war. 

Cupping her hips with his spear-hurling hand, 
Achilles pulls Pandora on his lap 
and nibbles her ear under curly hair, 
then whispers, "My heart swells with pleasant love 
that I chose calm domestic life with you 
than painful death for everlasting fame." 

"Better to serve in Heaven of your heart," 
Achilles moans as his strong hands explore 
secrets of her soul, "than to reign in Hell 
with lots of angry men instead of you." 
Pandora gasps as he opens her box 
and fills her emptiness with beams of light. 

Holding hands and blushing with sweet romance, 
Achilles and Pandora stroll together 
down busy market streets past vendor stalls, 
laugh as they try on sunglasses and hats, 
then eat noodles with eggs while children watch 
Proteus presenting cute puppet shows. 

While they are watching bright fireworks display, 
Achilles feels prick of pain in his heel 
and stares at Paris as he slips away 
who stabbed him with sharp needle on his boot, 
then falls and writhes in agony from poison 
in arms of Pandora who cries in shock. 

New State Of Penury

New State Of Penury
© Surazeus
2025 02 02

Each day the dream mirror falls off the wall 
Jamin decides not to answer the call 
but sits in front yard of his house instead 
to count the dead leaves that cover his head 
so when thieves infiltrate the treasury 
he laments our new state of penury. 

Since children throw eggs at the White House door 
angels never make ice cream anymore, 
so Jamin salutes Death with red right hand 
to prove his right to own the blood-soaked land 
where flowers bloom from skulls of ancient gods 
while devils race each other in hot rods. 

Somewhere over the rainbow of false hope 
Jamin teaches teenagers how to cope 
with the fascist coup of the government 
so they learn skill of psychic puzzlement 
while riding carousel of politics 
by parsing honesty with parlor tricks. 

With close observance of the faceless clock, 
which watches him from surface of the rock, 
Jamin seeks to analyze state of being 
derived from maladjustment of his wing 
twisted by contempt for orthodox law 
till he wakes in shock at the raven caw. 

Each wild dramatic scene of misty vales, 
that he observes on lonely mountain trails, 
inspires mad Jamin with fantastic jokes 
he preaches on stage to expose the hoax 
of thieves to replace our democracy 
with corrupt greed of their oligarchy. 

With fiery admonition in his voice 
Jamin shouts everyone must make the choice 
to fight for justice and equality 
or lose their right to honest liberty, 
but no one hears him on the radio 
erased by laughter at his cameo. 

Mute for years under fig tree of insight, 
Jamin gazes entranced at divine light 
that gleams from Morning Star of dreamless eyes 
in trance that confuses government spies 
who abdicate to join his grand crusade 
when he leads the Revolution Parade. 

Hanging the dream mirror back on the wall, 
Jamin restores government protocol 
that should prevent one man driven by greed 
from controlling institutional creed, 
so though Midas destroys America 
we build new nation of Zarathia. 

Singer Of Tales

Singer Of Tales
© Surazeus
2025 02 01

Though sometimes in the timeless light of faith 
I seem not to know who I really am, 
I look back on signless road of my life 
to map adventure of my hidden path 
which shows progress of my journey toward hope, 
elusive star that lead me to myself. 

Though I cannot keep pace with my own star, 
which I decided is my guiding light 
as beacon chosen randomly from chart 
of constellated fate, I mold my heart 
with wings I found in wild Icarian Sea 
floating in pool of energetic blood. 

Inspired by weird complex ontology 
of imaginary vision, supplied 
by fairy tales compiled in holy books, 
I pluck apple of wisdom from the Tree 
of Knowledge that blooms from the corpse of God 
to taste the truth that everybody dies. 

When I was four years old in the same year 
astronauts first walked on the dusty moon, 
I sat by the Christmas tree with my sister 
and cousins one cold Texas winter night, 
cheering our grandfather, the famous singer 
in the Kings Heralds, dressed as Santa Claus. 

Recognizing humorous gleam of his eyes, 
I concluded my grandfather is God, 
or Odin who bears bag of precious gifts 
to enrich all the people of the world 
with generous compassion of his heart, 
bringing food to people buried in snow. 

Twenty-five full years later I hitchhiked 
sea to shining sea across this vast land 
and played guitar Seattle to Miami, 
chanting tales about curious wanderers 
forever lost on signless road of hope 
ten thousand years Scythia to Oregon. 

Escaping cloistered walls of paradise, 
I journeyed back east along the same road 
my ancestors traveled west in wheeled wagons 
to colonize the fertile Promised Land, 
found my wife on the other side of Earth, 
and raise our children now in Dixieland. 

While mapping virtual model of the world, 
I wrote grand epic of philosophers 
that depicts foundation of Academia, 
and thus have learned true nature of my soul, 
Singer of Tales in Library of Angels, 
wingless angel in Land of Onatah. 

One Rainbow Family

One Rainbow Family
© Surazeus
2025 02 01

With startled eloquence of river song 
Juno dances gracefully in sea breeze 
with glow of love that enchants the wild throng 
till she fools God enough to steal his keys 
so she can free wise Son of Lucifer 
who can defeat cruel tyrant Jupiter. 

Eyes glowing bright with glow of the black hole, 
Juno weaves elaborate vision of faith 
so we can see Earth beam from the White Whole 
through dreamless spirit eye of the God Wraith 
whose conscious passion animates our brains 
so people drive their cars in righteous lanes. 

Heart pulsing with vibrant life of the Earth, 
Juno sings anthem of love on world stage 
that decodes secret process of rebirth 
to view our body as plane and not cage, 
for through force of free will we choose our fate, 
programming our actions with love not hate. 

Eager to save America from greed, 
Juno exposes crimes Midas commits 
when he attempts to control money feed 
that funds our national system of wits 
by grasping at illusion of our wealth 
in vain attempt to arrogate our health. 

Inspired by Brutus to protect the state, 
Juno leads holy warriors of truth 
to guard access to our financial gate 
till bold arrival of messiah sleuth 
who arrests the thief stealing from our hands 
treasure of freedom we mold from rich lands. 

Reluctant to accept his tyranny, 
Juno arms rebels with her holy cause 
to fight for justice through democracy 
that ensures liberty based on fair laws, 
but Midas and his minions clutch at power 
to control Rapunzel in her gold tower. 

With courage of Judith urging her heart, 
Juno wields honest sword Excalibur 
to render unto Caesar through star chart 
criminal conviction from Lucifer, 
then build from ruins of America 
new free Republic of Zarathia. 

Uniting states of North America, 
Juno enforces equal rights for all 
who live in fertile lands of Onatah 
with network of roads that destroy the Wall, 
so we become One Rainbow Family 
ruled fairly by wisdom of Liberty. 

Tree Of Voiceless Hope

Tree Of Voiceless Hope
© Surazeus
2025 02 01

Wounded by eccentric stars of desire, 
Claudia leaks shadows on the mountain trail 
where she wanders searching for her own ghost 
who leaves strange footprints in dust of the Earth, 
but pauses to ask rain why people die, 
scanning the sky for secret of rebirth. 

Weird constellations of stars slowly spin 
wheel of fortune that determines her fate 
according to old woman in the tree, 
so Claudia holds small nutshell in her hand 
and searches in vain for infinite space 
which Hamlet said with confidence is there. 

"I am no righteous daughter of the moon," 
Claudia whispers with iridescent wings, 
"though I was loyal bride to a good man, 
for I am lazy instrument of faith 
who covets water of this fractured globe 
which shakes while spinning in the starless void." 

Awake with wonder on the mountain slope, 
attempting to imagine ghosts are real, 
Claudia calculates process of desire 
to prove that stubbornness might get her killed, 
yet she adores blank beauty of her mask 
that hides the speaker of her soul from fools. 

With humble passion of obedient crows, 
who steal our voices from telephone lines, 
Claudia suddenly remembers quite clearly 
what she said to the man with the clenched fist 
twenty hours ago on the city street 
before she escaped through door of the wind. 

"Since freedom is another word," she laughs, 
"for nothing left to lose, as Janice sings 
with graveled voice of innocent despair, 
then I have lost everything I held dear 
when my husband was fired without good cause 
from his government job, and killed himself." 

"I want to become my own country now, 
like Kai sings with articulate respect," 
Claudia declares to the high waterfall 
that sprays tears on her cheeks she wants to hide, 
"but I have nothing in this world of lies 
so I would be this tree of voiceless hope." 

"Sacred stars of honest integrity 
that once sparkled on our star-spangled banner, 
pierce my heart with searing blades of disgust, 
so I want to become part of the Earth." 
After lying flat on the mountain all night, 
Claudia drives home on the desolate road. 

Enforce Rule Of Law

Enforce Rule Of Law
© Surazeus
2025 02 01

When gleam of dawn erases frantic dreams 
of running somewhere that ever recedes, 
Randall drinks coffee at the kitchen sink, 
and writes in condensation on the glass 
unspeakable name of God in four letters 
that refract light of the indifferent sun. 

When the long black van stops outside his home, 
and seven men wearing red baseball caps, 
whom he prosecuted through rule of law 
for crime of assaulting the Capitol, 
step out with baseball bats and hateful smirks, 
Randall cranks rod on his new assault rifle. 

When seven men smash his windows and doors, 
Randall prays his wife and children are safe 
where he sent them at horse ranch of his parents, 
then shoots each traitor dead in self-defense 
as they scream and attack him in revenge, 
then hopes home insurance covers the damage. 

Fired from the bureau of investigation 
where he performed his duties by the law 
with professional demeanor of respect, 
Randall ponders job prospects in the field 
of legal prosecution to arrest 
criminals who abuse good citizens. 

"Deceived by glamor of his policies 
to enforce rule of law across the land 
protecting our homeland security 
against illegal immigrants, I chose 
to vote for this man as our president 
who sent his goons to kill me in revenge." 

Before calling the police to report 
act of self-defense against home invaders 
sent by the new president in revenge, 
Randall washes blood from his honest hands, 
and chuckles as he quotes Lady Macbeth, 
"Out, blessed spot of vile traitorous blood." 

"Unnatural deeds breed unnatural troubles," 
Randall ponders as sirens of the law 
wail dire warnings in quiet neighborhoods, 
"for infected minds drive cruel brain-washed men 
to perform unlawful acts of sabotage 
against the liberty of honest men." 

Driving long gravel driveway to the ranch, 
Randall steps from his car on grassy lawn 
and breathes fresh air of justice with delight 
as his wife and children with joyful cries 
embrace him in group hug of pleased relief, 
and wind blows their hair as they cry and laugh.