Code Of My Shibboleth

Code Of My Shibboleth
© Surazeus
2026 10 22

Translating the code of my shibboleth 
to universal truth about the heart, 
I filch sacred treasure of the mad wolf, 
who wears gray suit and red tie stained with blood 
of angels lost among the metal trees, 
then map the waste land of the modern heart. 

Every house in which my body has glowed 
still shimmers on the endless road of life 
where other people dwell inside my rooms 
and wonder why my faceless voice of hope 
still whispers from the walls where photos frame 
fragment of my soul that I left behind. 

Collision of our bodies on the grass 
sparks flowers to expand beyond their scope 
so our courageous arms of calm respect 
embrace whole strangeness of our cluttered world, 
till all the faceless versions of my self 
gather in circus of the red-crowned crane. 

Though demons climb down ladder of my mind, 
intent on stealing scripts for tragic shows, 
I hide sad ghosts of epic characters 
between the writhing words of fairy tales 
so they can live free from worship of men 
who expect them to embody the Good. 

I follow honeybees to hill of skulls 
where prophets and messiahs without jobs 
assemble every Sunday afternoon 
to eat hamburgers and talk about why 
so many humans still suffer and die 
despite their teachings about honest love. 

Strong in conviction of honor with pride, 
I declare the Great Yes and the Great No 
through oxymoron of ambiguous truth 
so my soul oscillates with angel wings 
between opposing poles of equal facts 
that contradict the logic of their power. 

Based on quiet mathematics of weight, 
another branch on the great Tree of Knowledge 
breaks and drops in solitude of faith 
with no warning from storm of global war 
that forces us to play heroes or fools 
in bitter gamble to transcend our fate. 

Firecrackers burst in honest hearts with love 
so I transform from dinosaur to god 
who has no heart inside frame of my soul 
though it swells huge as plane with silver wings 
that carries refugees from civil wars 
who sell their shibboleth to live in Heaven.