King David Weeps

King David Weeps
© Surazeus
2025 09 25

Sitting on the street corner by the bank 
where cars and people stream by in sunlight, 
King David plays the psaltery on his lap 
and sings with eerie voice of aching hope, 
"the Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want," 
barely heard behind rumbling traffic noise. 

We live the strangeness of our mystery 
unsolved by magic-eyed sleuth of the moon 
who sells salvation to the gullible 
with certain agony of sweet contempt 
for ancient woman of the lonely field 
who scatters seeds of flowers in my heart. 

To penetrate the shadow of despair 
with words carved from the meteor of the mind 
King David bends steel beams with his bare hands 
through calcified regret of withered veins 
by measuring beauty on scales of desire 
despite unhappiness of wretched joy. 

Though everything is pulse of molecules 
that flash in boundless void of everywhere, 
we search for primal cause of all existence 
in hollow dream of everything we bought 
before the Devil tries to sell it all 
while we search oblivion for true love. 

In this brief moment called eternity, 
where we live in confusion of blind faith, 
King David draws weird vision of our hearts 
presenting cave homes on the river shore 
where we have lived for thirteen thousand years 
by carving laughter from heart-warming stone. 

Because the ocean drains into the sky 
in burnished waterfalls of restless words 
we scour clean blood-stained cathedral walls 
so spiders weave vast web of mirror eyes 
with obsolescent spells of ardent faith 
designed to make our lives more interesting. 

Though the sun fits inside his living room, 
which partitions time in fragments of dream, 
King David paints the American Crow 
as divine savior of our broken world 
that urges us to cherish obstacles 
which make us stronger as we strive to live. 

Nothing appears to be attainable 
as magic treasures of the talisman 
that alerts us to the treacherous trap 
when we build walls of paradise from lies 
to nest our homes in cavern by the sea 
where King David weeps for his lost Lenore.