Cracked Mirror Of The State

Cracked Mirror Of The State
© Surazeus
2026 09 12

She drives across country on signless road 
past numberless houses with broken masks 
through unnaturally calm weather of fear 
to ask impatient clouds of everywhere 
where she can find the house of singing ghosts 
who understand assignment of the hour. 

She never finds the house where she feels safe 
so she builds home beside the factory 
where children of the corn build radios 
that channel voice of god to lonely farms 
by crafting bones of angels into frames 
that form calm haven for her wounded heart. 

She stands in open door of voiceless hope 
to watch for strangers on the dusty road 
who bring no treasures from the hungry land 
they took from tower of the golden calf 
that screams in horror at the thunder cloud 
so we can read books till the crack of dawn. 

She sells unpackaged sorrow in glass jars 
with pickled peaches from the Tree of Lies 
but never bothers to explain the curse 
encoded by blind prophet in blood verse 
which analyzes economic games 
played by the banker with conceptual names. 

She hides her sorrow for the nameless dead 
in brave epistle to the editor 
who hangs her letter on the muddy wall 
to monitor harvest through currency 
exchanged by people in the market stall 
who pray most fervently for secret wealth. 

She never asks the children of the stone 
why they are weeping on the telephone 
while staring in cracked mirror of the state 
with plan to outwit Death despite her fate 
of getting trapped by fame in movie roles 
that were not listed in her book of goals. 

She sells the flashlight of the fallen god 
to proud devil who runs for president 
so he can translate what the river sings 
about our new plan for spiritual growth 
by breaking free from social comfort zone 
through motivation of heart-woken zeal. 

She tries to convince me with bitter grin 
that bliss is sister of my mental pain 
so I pause on the road to anywhere 
and swerve with volta of the psychic turn 
to readjust my social attitude 
in tune with prayers for angry solitude.