Tears Of Fallen Angels

Tears Of Fallen Angels
© Surazeus
2026 10 10

I drink luminous juice of cosmic fruit 
that boosts my mortal soul up to godhood 
which vibrates from frail network of my brain 
till my bones dissipate in swirling waves, 
then I rise dripping from pool of despair, 
soul baptized clean by tears of fallen angels. 

Drenched in electric shadow of desire 
that crackles through frame of my fragile soul, 
I stand amazed before wraith of star words 
who teaches me to sing hymns of respect 
for all the people falling from the sky 
who writhe in sorrow on the broken Earth. 

Enraptured from this mortal frame of flesh 
by sweet angelic voices of the choir, 
which weaves wings on my wounded heart of faith, 
I float up in cathedral of blue ice 
that gleams with starlight of divine insight 
till mute atomic god wakes in my brain. 

So I become bright angel of star eyes 
born from smooth river stone of endless time 
till I wake in my body down on Earth 
where I trudge aching in cold field of mud 
to harvest cabbages in drizzling rain 
for baskets on the splintered cart of hope. 

When God in crystal palace of the clouds 
speaks on the radio with human voice, 
assuring us we will endure this war 
while angels fly on silver wings of faith 
and drop bombs on our humble river homes, 
we clasp our hands and weep in bitter prayer. 

Great city built of stone with bleeding hands 
glistens in ruins from bright exploding bombs, 
so we search rubble of our lost world view 
to find the jeweled crown of divine right 
crumpled under heaps of rage-blasted stone, 
yet I pray to the stern face in gold clouds. 

Dismantled wisdom of aggressive greed 
exposes treasure of our offerings, 
that we paid for the afterlife in Heaven, 
was stored in coffers by grim men in robes 
who buy airplanes and islands in the sea 
where they feast on our noble sacrifice. 

What fragments of lost faith I hope to find 
lie scattered on the broken street of faith, 
so I gather photographs of the dead 
and paste them in world book of memories 
where children read their names with solemn voice 
that frees their ghosts from dreadful tragedy.