Zarathustra
…I carried my own ashes to the mountains;
I invented a brighter flame for myself…
Nietzsche; Thus Spoke Zarathustra
From desperate lands Overlords reign
to proud smiles that only despise
From withered dreams of dusty bones
festering nostalgia in wailing moans
I have carried my ashes
to the opulence of the cities, green vales
that never mourned
sorrows of the deeds past
I have carried my ashes
to devouring shores of salty seas
auguring vacant hopes
wanting valor, courageous feats
I tote in my palm
honey dyed deserts
black oil sullied
Greenback trolled
history never told
Exiled in trail of tears
shadows of the night
stirred my ashes into fire
wilted eyes cannot heave
carving anew
figures that will never bow, never leave
To the happy many
terrified of the shadows twilight swallows
perdition is the cry I decree
wrought from the ruins of a smile that was me
adrift in time, seeking Acquaintance and the See
Punish me as an arsonist
as I foresee
fleeting flicker of a light
pointing to the calamity
soon to be.
Behrooz Ghorbanian