Glaucus Golden-Eyes

Glaucus Golden-Eyes
© Surazeus
2025 11 16

Deep in many-roomed mansion of the sea 
demons of human hunger lurk in gangs 
administered by Glaucus Golden-Eyes 
who cackles with delight when thunderstorms 
toss burdened cargo ships on playful waves 
to threaten profits of the merchant king. 

Exchanging tongues of sorrow with blind gods, 
Glaucus trudges across cement piers of ports 
to inventory goods in ship containers 
manufactured by economic slaves 
whose eyes refract rainbows of liberty 
through revolution of the humble clown. 

In counterbalance to perpetual labor 
we extract our eyes from diamonds of wealth 
with enormous promise of tinsel profits 
based on false paradox contrived by thieves 
that wealth will trickle down to working hands 
despite how Glaucus proves that theory wrong. 

Though Narcissus stares down at his own face 
he thinks the image he sees in dark water 
is someone else who might know all the answers 
but fails to delineate his real self 
through equilibrium of fantastic truths 
designed to concentrate our scattered minds. 

Through failure to communicate our views 
about allusive function of the world 
our minds that grope for broken evidence 
beep from disorienting arrogance 
achieved by mapping towns destroyed by bombs 
where children play chase in cathedral ruins. 

Unmerging of realities on stage 
consoles our pain-wracked bodies with perfume 
of inadvertent lies from frightened angels 
who work for Glaucus in gray offices 
arranging shipments of factory-made goods 
to lonely villages in third-world countries. 

Yet when Narcissus struts on dim-lit stage, 
wearing mask of Glaucus, lord of the banks, 
the cynical audience laughs at his jokes 
mocking insatiable greed of corporate kings 
who rise as zombies from law-broken tombs 
and eat brains till they transform into bronze idols. 

I hear no mermaids singing each to each 
while I wander homeless on foggy beach, 
yet I hear voices from nightly news shows 
justify crimes of political vampires 
who launder taxes to private accounts 
while the people drown in floods of despair.