Twilight Zone Of War

Twilight Zone Of War
© Surazeus
2026 03 03

Aspersed by sorrow of the Absolute, 
whose laughter defames beauty of despair, 
Phoebus scatters broken words of false faith 
against harsh slander of honest contempt, 
yet glares with bitter angst at screaming trees 
that curl roots around unexploded bombs. 

After years of exile in northern lands, 
attending to strange business building lies 
from bones of angels stuck in factories, 
Phoebus returns to twilight zone of war 
with bullets forged from misremembered words 
that violate eerie beauty of the moon. 

Bullet-pocked walls where fragile flowers bloom 
enclose lush garden where the crippled clown 
regales turtles in the pond with war tales 
of his frantic youth running in dark woods 
with rifle of fear twisted in his hands 
though he sings with melodious voice of rage. 

Starved for new language only children speak 
from dictionary of the scarlet moon, 
Phoebus waters purple geraniums 
while asking ghost of Cassandra if light 
reaches her heart in her riverbank grave 
where ravens whisper secrets she conceals. 

Insomniac angel with fierce lizard brain 
leaps laughing in void of expectancy, 
yet steals delicious fruit from Tree of Fear 
with graceful passion to defend his bride 
despite expendable mission to wage 
cruel peace against aggressive gangs of thieves. 

Positive energy of fragrant shadows 
teach losers how to forge petulant hope 
from dynamic flash of authentic pain, 
reckless with redundant contingency 
till Phoebus lies paralyzed by the sea 
that sings enchanting melodies of faith. 

Through turbulent expression of true love 
Phoebus explains to millions of mute souls 
method for singing hymns to movie stars 
disguised as corporate spies of formulas, 
winged with aspirations of global fame 
that leaves him stranded in the city square. 

Since no one believes her dire prophecies, 
Cassandra walks down crowded city streets 
with analysts and programmers who wait 
in long lines for sandwiches and fruit tea, 
till she and Phoebus stop by fountain pool 
and stare with love for eighty thousand years.