Glass Idol Of God

Glass Idol Of God
© Surazeus
2026 05 09

Faint light of afternoon glows sultry green 
on pallid walls of silent living rooms 
where shadows of people whose names I knew 
fade into fuzzy memories few recall, 
preserved by songs in aching melodies 
that nobody ever sings anymore. 

Embellished beauty, inherent in words 
never spoken against oppressive fear, 
teaches me to distrust bitter commands 
that attempt to mute music of the streets 
which reveals cracks in foundations of faith 
then causes our great empire to collapse. 

Sirens once lured sailors to crash bold ships 
on rocks of lust to taste forbidden fruit, 
but now sirens wail to warn of attacks 
when angels of heaven in silver planes 
drop bombs of greed on halls of liberty, 
so the wounded wail in ruins of faith. 

Exempt from greed that plagues weak hearts of men, 
we wander toward siren song of despair 
to gather round waterless fountain pool 
where faceless people in travel-worn shoes 
leave empty suitcases in piles of hope 
while family photographs swirl in hot wind. 

Our bodies mutate from statues of gold 
to hunger-wasted zombies of blind faith 
so we exchange hope-tattered dollar bills 
to buy illusions of brave apathy 
that clutter abandoned churches where ghosts 
sing solemn hymns to glass idol of God. 

Mother of Dignity, wearing black dress 
stained with blood of angels, points to Glow Cloud 
fractured into puzzle pieces of truth, 
and asks why we are baffled by despair 
embodied by old woman on the cow 
who gives the thirsty broken cups of dreams. 

Exquisite rant against dishonest men, 
who succumb to surprise of carefree death, 
provides glimpse into how gears of the brain 
analyze mutation of our world view 
so we see everything differently now, 
since life is one long television show. 

Though I lost mask of white ghost in my heart 
that haunts waterless wells in horseless fields, 
I almost feel reborn from flames of change 
that blast institutions of social games, 
yet jagged quartz that writhes in all my cells 
traps my spirit in glass idol of God.