We Hear The Weeper © Surazeus 2026 02 01 If every dream deferred were to explode with fear from sweet syrup of rotten meat, then Red Maria with hands of hawk wings will lead the hungry refugees of war across the Jordan River of despair and to crumbling church where devils sing. When Red Maria passes by my home to tell us how the new day has begun, we turn away from where war always burns to hide in silver mist from factories that shroud the lake of fish in silent rage where singing stones inform us of the score. If we should all arrive in Lombardy where rumors of mutual acquaintances reveal secret code of conspiracies, I shall prowl restless archives of my mind to find the gentle Monster of our state who wants to sing instead of scaring us. Hydra-headed bird of America lurches with wounded wing of arrogance across the windy prairie of the heart to ask if Red Maria could restore score for our cheerful tune of nourishment despite how milk-cart horses wait for wealth. We hear the Weeper in the doorless home, whose voice is querulous with shrill regret, express blind silhouette of wordless grief explicit with strange idiom of the street preserved in dictionaries no one reads, since we are all reluctant witnesses. Packed on the bus that bears dead souls to Hell, we race through forest of the howling wolf in vain attempt to escape bombs of rage by seeking ticket to the Promised Land without pretense of pleasure in fine art, hearts tangled in strings of the violin. We face our fate with courage of the fool while all the world weeps at harsh tyranny established by cruel kindness of the king who would pardon both assassin and thief by stabbing them with smile of unfair law that traps us in these strange times of despair. Over the trading world in fractured ship Odysseus sails beyond all legal bounds to grasp lost treasure with his diamond hand by selling coal to peasants in glass shacks who vote for Sun Thief as World President while clutching at their useless dreams deferred.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Sunday, February 1, 2026
We Hear The Weeper
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Orpheus rescues Red Maria from masked agents of the state who attempt to arrest her for being a human being, and hides her safely in the doorless house where she weeps so everyone can hear.
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