Language Of Dead Gods

Language Of Dead Gods
© Surazeus
2026 09 12

Pandora gives me old unopened jar 
that sat on top shelf in tall cabinet 
in kitchen where she cooks for eighty years 
to feed gods of Olympus every day, 
so I hold it up to the evening light 
to see my soul floating in honey liquid. 

Stung by consolation of swirling rain 
that drives me into vast cathedral cave, 
I draw stark breath of stars into my body 
to hollow out my heart with ecstasy 
that makes room for insight to state of sleep 
too similar to nothingness of death. 

Dawn light gleams through stained glass window of fate 
to illustrate vision of noble strife 
depicting Phoebus wrestling Lucifer 
over who will redefine how we see 
essence of being framed by electric words 
that drift as smoke from sacrificial flames. 

Exhaust of cars that billows from steel pipes 
in crystalline nights on star-frosted streets 
highlights strange beauty of eye-twinkling stars 
that should illuminate galactic face 
of our one world Mother Wraith who provides 
bounty of Earth we gather with our hands. 

I find myself in language of dead gods, 
small spark of life in vast abyss of nothing, 
so I lie on lush grass by stream of thoughts 
and savor glow of warm light on my skin 
to wonder why pain teaches us to feel 
alive from suffering in our search for pleasure. 

Pandora calls to me across the room, 
which is dream of the room where we live free, 
framed by quaint narrative of our romance 
which we repeat to anchor surge of faith 
that tosses us on seething tides of change 
so we hold hands till we find stable ground. 

She moves quick as bright beams of morning light 
across vast field of flowers on our graves 
till her fleet flash of temporariness 
becomes clear window of my empty house 
where I paint image of her smiling ghost 
on mirror floating at the core of time. 

White blossoms sprout from margin of my mind 
so I join Seraphim with brave intent 
to organize passion of human will 
through exercise of self-control in law 
when I patrol the market streets all day 
while Pandora cans peaches in glass jars.