Seven Sons Of Jupiter

Seven Sons Of Jupiter
© Surazeus
2026 06 01 

Driving across waste land of history, 
I find the Third Man of Antarctic Quest 
still hitchhiking across America, 
so I give him ride to Zarathia 
where he gives me lost Lyre of Mercury 
as reward for helping him escape Hell. 

Though I am entirely my own real self 
who speaks with voice of fake authority, 
I hide behind cracked mask of Orpheus 
so you cannot see who I really am, 
as if it matters after I am dead, 
since I am ghost of sorrow in your head. 

I stride along strange river in bright woods 
to map new strategy for civil war 
in noble mission of the broken heart 
to restore democracy in our land 
pilfered by gang of thieves in business suits 
who proclaim their right to control the dirt. 

Shocked by excessive arguments of faith, 
I flee cathedral of the mocking clown 
to find Ahura Mazda in dark cave 
where he plays eight levels of psychic chess 
against the seven sons of Jupiter 
over who controls fields of bubbling oil. 

Ever since Orpheus with nimble hands 
saved Ophelia drowning in the river, 
they have established infrastructure base 
on which we will construct our new world order 
which helps the seven sons of Jupiter 
overthrow all greedy tyrants and kings. 

Inside the Crippled Pegasus Cafe 
in Paris down on the Parc Rives de Seine, 
I find Hegel, Marx, and Lenin relaxed 
as they watch current world events unfold 
according to their social formulas, 
so I steal wings of Icarus to fly. 

Just as I soar above bright golden clouds 
to bring Good News to Lord Hyperion, 
Orpheus shoots me down with Gun of Fate, 
then teaches me to map the water pipes 
which channel fresh water to every home 
while Jesus and Odin fight for World Crown. 

As seventh son of Jupiter, I play 
role of the jester who exposes crimes 
committed by the hungry oligarchs 
who hoard wealth of the Earth in crumbling tombs 
where skeletons of dead gods dance in rain 
that washes all our graves down to the sea.