Evicted From Their Homes © Surazeus 2026 09 23 After he climbs down from Mount Helicon, still clutching broken lyre of honesty, Devus crawls through back window of his house and lies on soft grammar of loyalty to calculate the flow of capital that might dissolve chemical bonds of oaths. Eager to map out rival charts of value to inherited forms of thought control, Devus weaves lines of credit from despair, which renders unbearable flash of being light as wingless ghosts tangled in oak limbs whose cries shock him awake just at midnight. Almost shocked awake from delirium at time-tangled arrogance of regret, Devus leaps from frenzy of mocking jest in darker fields of imperial concern for imposing amazement of comedy on various cultures infesting the world. Trapped by Pax Americana through greed to build towers of glass on rainless moons, Devus looks back down at our lonely globe where faceless people hunger for new hope, dominated by capital compromise to live in gardens of rubbish from games. Clutching fragments of war atrocities, decontextualized by the evening news, Devus visits pastures of wounded souls where refugees, evicted from their homes, search for sacred books lost in empty tombs to paint churches white with national pride. Tricked by bland concealment of uniforms to accommodate unvoiced victimhood, Devus prepares bread and wine for the ghost who screams with smoke of rage that he is king, but no one notes his bond of care annulled by sentimental laughter of the dead. Through bodies dismembered by heartless laws as ten commandments of the Fire-Cloud Ghost, Devus channels souls of the suffering through television shows on the dream screen that people watch before they go to bed so they can conquer the world before dawn. Because he now has nothing to his name as claim to fame in anthem of our land, Devus scatters credit cards on town squares where millions of people stare at war tanks that crush idols of their gods to smithereens, then they laugh and become stuffed animals.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus works as customer service representative for Karma Kredit Korporation of Amerika, offering deals to homeless refugees of war.
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