Alive In Abya Yala

Alive In Abya Yala
© Surazeus
2026 04 01

I think I took a wrong turn in the mall 
because I am not in America 
any more, where Liberty for every soul 
is the sacred law by which we all live, 
illusion of greatness that vanishes 
and leaves me alive in Abya Yala. 

Inspired by the man bleeding on the tree, 
who grasps writhing snakes of hate in the well 
and transforms them into Runes of Respect, 
I leave cathedral of the vampire god 
and stumble in meadow of maple trees 
that flash me alive in Abya Yala. 

Alone on mountain of the Rainbow Snake, 
who reveals woman with stalk of gold corn, 
I watch butterflies turn into jet planes 
that bomb the ziggurat where Ishtar reigns, 
so I flee into waste land of the west 
where I howl alive in Abya Yala. 

Stripped of my wolf-fur cloak and magic wand 
by one-eyed wizard of dark Raven Wood, 
I drive my car from sea to shining sea 
home to where I was born in Oregon 
where Multnomah cleanses my heart of fear 
so I dance alive in Abya Yala. 

Broken wings of Icarus in my heart 
flap helplessly in hurricane of change 
when I fall from Heaven of Righteousness 
and wander Turtle Island without hands 
to help Onatah tend Garden of Corn, 
soul reborn alive in Abya Yala. 

When illusion of Great America 
collapses into shards of shiny lies 
because demon of greed escapes from its cage, 
I join free people of Zarathia 
to build new nation based on equal rights 
that fires us alive in Abya Yala. 

I want to return home to Avalon, 
then on to Lake of Dreams in Scythia, 
to build strong United Nations of Earth 
that renders equal justice for all souls 
who share this lush globe spinning in the void 
that beams us alive in Abya Yala. 

After the American Empire falls 
from crushing weight of xenophobic hate, 
we will build new nation for everyone 
who shares love for truth of wise Onatah 
who directs choir of equal citizens 
so we sing alive in Abya Yala. 

Names Of His Lost Tribe

Names Of His Lost Tribe
© Surazeus
2026 04 01 

Trapped by obsession with integrity, 
Alanus walks to the new grocery store 
and contemplates how to save his lost tribe, 
but they are photos on the cereal box, 
so he scatters cornflakes on tombless graves, 
and prays to the sparrow in the elm tree. 

Reluctant to accept his bitter fate, 
Alanus paints mural on the brick wall 
that depicts migration of his lost tribe 
with bright colors in cartoon characters 
which tourists photograph with beaming smiles 
to post up on their social media sites. 

Annoyed by laughter of the traffic light, 
Alanus forges new Anywhere Key 
from dark matter in bones of his lost tribe 
with lightning flash of mute anxiety 
so he can teleport to every house 
where ghosts of his ancestors linger blind. 

Startled by appearance of gold Dream Stone, 
Alanus breaks it open with soft spell 
so he can read the names of his lost tribe 
who drive horse-drawn wagons of curious hope 
across the wind-swept steppes of Scythia 
where they build tree-house networks in tall trees. 

Amused by sparkle of electric snow, 
Alanus leaves car factory at dawn 
with fragments from the skulls of his lost tribe 
to lounge on back porch of his shabby home 
and grill hamburgers while his children play 
under strangeness of blue Missouri skies. 

Concerned about the state of politics, 
Alanus builds fortress on ancient mound 
to host council meeting of his lost tribe 
who plan new movement of the working class 
to seize means of production from vampires 
and build new schools for their children to learn. 

Shocked by acceleration of world war, 
Alanus hikes in rugged mountain vales 
with hungry survivors of his lost tribe 
who build new nation in the wilderness 
centered around Temple of the Soul Flame 
which their First Father stole from Hearth of Hell. 

Eager to translate song of honeybees, 
Alanus enters temple of blank books 
that record tales from the lives of his lost tribe 
which play as shows on television screens 
in stores of old deserted shopping malls 
where children of the fallen empire play.