Voices Of Broken Hearts

Voices Of Broken Hearts
© Surazeus
2026 04 09

If I should suppose that snow would destroy 
this world civilization that we built 
from twisted bones of dinosaurs and gods, 
then I should look out window of the house, 
where my cousin General Lee once stood, 
and contemplate new state of Liberty. 

My book of prophecies that no one reads 
may adumbrate no future ever seen, 
yet moon of sorrow deciphers my joke 
to mean that we are stuck in maze of myths 
with only glass of water to preview 
wild ocean that flows as blood in our veins. 

Though I cannot measure with tangled verse 
how far we have come down the signless road, 
I should empathize with telephone lines 
that listen to voices of broken hearts 
so much they weep icicle tears of hope 
that crash on the windshields of hungry cars. 

If I should try to understand your heart 
before it flies away on sparrow wings, 
my house may reshape cubicle of hope 
so time accommodates electric words 
that beam weird rainbow eyes of psychic truth 
to understand how water flows from thought. 

When my cousin John Brown raises his gun 
to free enslaved people from greed for gain, 
I shall join his crusade to set them free 
so we may beat brave drums of Liberty 
where oil rigs weep for death of Clementine 
whose eyes beam rays of moonlight in my heart. 

Though brittle colors of our state archives 
process our dreams as technicolor ghosts, 
we open gates for travelers of time 
who give white breezes of soul-pardoning 
to ancient Saturn with long beard of fate 
sprawled among exploding flowers of faith. 

Our misty island never changes shape 
though frantic ocean waves of bitterness 
attempt to reframe state ontology 
in ways that criminalize worshipped gods 
who travel to strange country of glass doors 
till we adjust how we view moral rules. 

Because I wish to be her follower, 
commissioned to guard her body from harm, 
I calculate new ways we measure truth 
to navigate geography of love, 
and dwell save in museum of respect 
where we translate voices of broken hearts.