Names Written In Sand

Names Written In Sand
© Surazeus
2025 06 21

Shocked by how far the wingless angel falls, 
I carry bodies of the nameless dead 
from smoking rubble of frail vanity, 
heart broken at the sight of pretty faces 
smeared with blood of innocent despair, 
too sad to record political crimes. 

Young father, clutching hand of his shocked wife, 
carries two wounded children on his back 
as they stumble from tall apartment building 
engulfed in roaring flames of arrogance, 
leaving behind photos of memories 
that vanish in bitter winds of despair. 

Arriving at the airport terminal, 
crowded with thousands of war refugees, 
the small family huddles on hard asphalt, 
but no airplane with angelic wings 
bears them safely to land of apple trees, 
so they discard their names written in sand. 

Attempting to compete with lonely death 
in game of chess by striving to escape, 
young father leaves his dead wife on dry sand 
with their children embraced in her frail arms, 
then walks across the waste land of his heart 
to find art gallery by the River Styx. 

Sipping wine in tall slender grail of faith, 
young father observes works of abstract art, 
red strips of cloth hanging from angel wings 
to symbolize blood of our sacrifice 
when people die in wars between rich men 
who buy and sell their skulls as cryptocoins. 

Diving in blue Mediterranean Sea, 
young father swims with fierce demonic rage 
past colossal Pillars of Hercules, 
then rides graceful dolphin of Arion 
to glass pyramid by Chesapeake Bay 
where he works in the cellphone factory. 

Though I am no Aeneas with brave heart 
to shine as light for refugees to follow, 
I will build empire based on enterprise 
that provides analysis of events 
defined by framework of conceptual peace 
which requires nerves of courage to attack. 

Surprised at impact of the wingless angel 
that explodes with nuclear blast of contempt, 
I wear television tube as strong helmet 
to protect virtual model of the Earth 
that crumbles into fake coins in my hands, 
so I read all their names written in sand.