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Monday, April 13, 2026

Crown Of Infertile Pride

Crown Of Infertile Pride
© Surazeus
2026 04 13

If bloodless corpse of the drowned sailor crawls 
cackling from brackish sorrow of the sea, 
zombie followers of the vampire god 
proclaim him new messiah of their cause, 
and crown his fractured skull of rotten muck 
with powerless crown of infertile pride. 

Yet none will call for Ahab to return 
from graveyard of grim heroes time forgot, 
imbued with monstrous energy of hope, 
to play Poseidon and shake Earth again 
with regulating plan that realigns 
old world order in new alliances. 

Resurrected from harrowed brine of power, 
Leviathan raises high ten-horned head, 
dripping with oiled backwash of battleships, 
to roar assertive commands which should prove 
strength of authority enforces law 
against rising tides of rebellious states. 

Weakened by aggressive angst of despair 
at mockery of ministers with calm masks, 
King Midas lumbers clumsily to thwart 
clamorous voices that protest his lies 
while he wallows with sealion contempt 
in wounded pride of toxic vanity. 

Still stuck in ash-pit of Jehoshaphat, 
the self-deluded prince of bitterness 
lurches against coiled serpent of regret, 
shouting curses at prophets to deny 
crimes he commits against humanity 
with slavish corruption of cruel contempt. 

Fierce waves of retribution swell from Hell 
in surging formulations of strict law, 
designed by blind powers of the Blue Sky 
to expose supercilious disdain 
King Midas expresses with envious snarl, 
outraged his devil wings are clipped by truth. 

Evolved from sweet slime of our Mother Sea, 
we stand upright beneath the Tree of Knowledge 
to declare with voice of supremacy 
how we will bend bright rainbow of our will 
against harsh indifference of the wild sea 
that smashes our empire to shards of lies. 

Though we are no more humble penitents, 
we take off civilized shoes of concern 
and walk barefoot endless miles to attain 
wisdom from poisoned whirlpool of Shiloah 
that causes us to choke on principles 
twisting our hearts with shocked hypocrisy. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury while Robert Lowell chants elegy over the skulls of lost heroes in cluttered graveyard of America.

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