Wear Mask Of Jesus

Wear Mask Of Jesus
© Surazeus
2026 01 01

I find my old story painted in snow 
by talons of ravens with moon-gold eyes 
that watch me with smirks on the castle wall 
where I find fallen crown of Anne Boleyn 
whose bright ghost haunts me everywhere I go 
so I sit at desk of sorrow and write. 

Right now my heart beats with cold winter wind 
that chills bones of people shopping at noon 
for presents they plan to give their loved ones 
where cars with piston engines stop and go 
at flash of lights bright as draconic eyes 
so I ache to soar high in silver skies. 

Spies record every little thing I do 
as I wander randomly about town 
past the gate of traitors where ribbons hang 
to indicate right way through maze of myths 
where people of nations wander in fear 
so I topple idols of their dead gods. 

Squads of gangsters paid by the government 
try to arrest innocent citizens 
but people who work in stores and hotels 
film their nefarious deeds with eye-phones 
then gather around the fountain of tears 
so I lead lost souls from the underworld. 

Curled on my lap on first day of the year, 
my cat with demonic eyes of respect 
purrs as I caress her long forest fur 
while watching drama about small-town kids 
who fight cruel monsters of the Rightside Up 
so I play wizard on holy crusade. 

Spade in hands of the humble working man 
glistens in sunlight at construction site 
as I dig up soil of the town soccer field 
to pour cement as foundation of faith 
for church that honors the crucified king 
so I design religion based on truth. 

Booth of the fortune teller by the bank 
glows with mysterious light of the moon 
when Madame Sosostris with serpent eyes 
reveals my secret name Tiresias 
transformed by Hera to girl in long dress 
so I play Judy Garland on world stage. 

Caged by diagnostics of world events 
through frantic architecture of blind greed, 
we mimic wingless angels to rebel 
against mind control of the puppeteer 
who preaches supremacy of his god 
so I wear mask of Jesus to the show.