First Mother Am

First Mother Am
© Surazeus
2026 04 04

I compete only against gears of silence, 
which Death employs to unravel my mind, 
by expressing through machinery of words 
complex contraption of conceptual truth 
designed by ancestors of my desire 
to conjure virtual model of the world. 

Millions of lonely explorers like me, 
who muddle through daily routines of hope, 
string frail words of concepts in brittle verse 
to weave veil of illusions in loose net 
with scheme to catch elusive fish of faith 
so we can eat roasted dreams of desire. 

Small groups of people huddled on the beach 
around the world from Africa to China 
gather each night for eighty thousand years 
to share tale of the man with gleaming spear 
who kills enormous dragon of the deep 
and roasts it on pyramid for our feast. 

Wearing dinosaur skull that crowns his head, 
brave storm god, who provides fresh food to eat, 
stands strong beside first mother of our tribe 
to guard her soul when she adjudicates 
disputes between contentious appellants, 
then pours juice in our cups for all to drink. 

Strange vision from our pre-civilized age 
glows bright before my disconcerted eyes, 
so I sing ballad of First Mother Am 
whose ghost reigns still on pyramid of power, 
her star-bright eye of knowledge watching us 
as immortal spirit we now call God. 

First Mother Am teaches her daughter Amen 
to host weary travelers on long roads 
with feast of bread and juice in temple hall 
where Yusa strums strings of her harp and sings 
heart-enchanting melodies that present 
men as heroes who protect everyone. 

Millions of poets alive now on Earth 
sing alone in their rooms around the world, 
for we remember aching song of hope 
First Mother Am sings in our pulsing hearts 
through voice of Ishtar on high pyramid 
that binds our souls in one global religion. 

We poets chanting verses of fierce faith 
are curious prophets of First Mother Am 
for we compete with stark silence of death 
as choir of angels singing tale of hope 
till we all vanish from dream of this Earth 
when voices echo faintly in the void.