Far From Falling Bombs

Far From Falling Bombs
© Surazeus
2025 03 25

Because we pass through thick shadows of hope 
while driving ribbon of moonlight alone, 
we see our spirits dwelling in wild trees, 
so we buy passports from the cavern ghost 
to cross the border from our war-torn state 
and live in the woods far from falling bombs. 

Our misconstrued breath of hope for world peace 
suffocates angry shadows of despair, 
so we exchange faces by the pool of tears, 
sure we will inherit the Earth from hate, 
then walk the road of danger to the farm 
where Phoebus plows fields far from falling bombs. 

Twirling baton in parade of dead gods, 
Minerva leads the marching band with pride 
around the marble monument to ghosts 
whose blood dribbles from red stripes of our flag 
above the park where people eat roast steak 
and waltz to music far from falling bombs. 

Phoebus trudges plowed field in leather boots, 
gathering crosses painted with false names, 
and throws them in piles at the Gate of Heaven 
where chanting crowd burns them under old stars 
till wings of angels are crippled by rage 
yet they try to fly far from falling bombs. 

The beautiful sky of the Evening Land, 
that shimmers with fire over country towns, 
hides wordless horror as Nero plays lyre 
and sings about the Trickster who deceives 
to avoid service in the holy war, 
and plays piano far from falling bombs. 

Walking in forest of rebellious faith 
to join convention of primordial gods, 
I erase the road of my journey home 
to dance on tightrope over the abyss 
so you can find truth in skulls of dead seers 
that speak with water far from falling bombs. 

The clever child who graduates from fate 
lights lamps along the frosted boulevard 
to reciprocate horror with calm faith 
when the luminous phantom becomes breeze 
that rustles leaves of trees on fruited plains 
in garden of hope far from falling bombs. 

The old man in the boat on moonlit lake 
sings ancient melody from Babylon 
where cattle graze among the fallen pillars 
with plans to rebuild Temple of the Mind 
as haven for the ghosts expelled from church 
who sing with new hope far from falling bombs.