Mask From Sumatra Island

Mask From Sumatra Island
© Surazeus
2025 05 25

The demonic mask from Sumatra Island 
gazes down at me from clean painted wall, 
so I become the chipmunk on the lawn 
eating seeds, mushrooms, worms, insects, and nuts, 
eyes gleaming with the softness of spring evening 
while the robin wonders why she is sad. 

When Sri Devi dances in twilight glow 
among oak trees in Appalachian hills, 
her hands wrap silence of shadows in books, 
that sing with prayers of crickets in backyards, 
recording story of the human race 
with jagged runes on bones of dinosaurs. 

The wingless angel with the rotten orange 
walks crowded streets of town in twilight glow, 
his gaunt face hungry for the fateful cry 
Jesus shouts from his palace in the sky 
which dangles on wired cable of fierce faith 
above lush valley of the singing skulls. 

The silver river shimmers with sunrays 
beneath the ancient bridge of hopefulness 
where children play along the bushy shore, 
and old men fish with meditative calm 
to catch the hidden dragon of world power 
that rises on frail crystal wings of time. 

Half-functioning brain of the robot clown 
records how meat-bags lacking angel wings 
pursue bright rainbows of their fantasies 
while expecting rich reward for good deeds, 
then analyzes their obsessive strife 
to accumulate dim shadows of wealth. 

With magic feeling of electric faith 
I change the future to reflect the past 
in tumbling tumult of swift social change 
based on conceptual design of my dreams 
arranged in digest of organized tales 
stored in library of the lonely moon. 

Though I cannot read the secretive hearts 
of people I interact with each day, 
I remember sharp scent of apple trees 
that conjures memories of years long ago 
when we would kiss beside the sparkling stream 
and talk about the Heaven we create. 

Uncertain comment of the gliding owl 
translates thunderous voice of the roaming storm 
to holy song of rain on asphalt streets 
that shimmer gold beneath slender streetlamps 
where I find hanging in the evening glow 
my demonic mask from Sumatra Island.