Healed By Cassandra

Healed By Cassandra
© Surazeus
2026 02 06

Heart twisted by sweet laughter of the sea, 
who gives her wrecked ships full of long-lost hopes, 
Hilda brings mass of violets from the marsh, 
tufted with pungent soil in tangled roots, 
to haunt men cluttered in their wave-tossed ships, 
breaking their taut hearts with lies of their thoughts. 

She plans to make disciples of all nations, 
so they can lounge on decks of sinking ships, 
while eating hamburgers and chocolate bars, 
and listen to calm sons of Frankenstein 
play violins and trumpets with pizzazz 
while rich people from bankrupt estates drown. 

Opening her bloody mouth of shark teeth, 
Hilda explains with confident discourse 
that the gold crown with pointed spikes kings wear 
represents the crown of thorns Jesus wore 
while hanging crucified on the phone pole 
as he sings, "Look on the bright side of life." 

Wielding eye-phone as sword Excalibur, 
Hilda photographs leagues of wind-blown sand 
because she loves how little ridges curve 
as great waves of time break over our plans 
and wipe out our empires with calm respect, 
then posts them on her social media site. 

Breaking out beyond the crowded town gate, 
to escape precinct of the temple hall 
where marble statue of Artemis cracks, 
Hilda wanders up cold path of the stream 
on unclaimed stretches of bleak mountain slopes 
to secret altar in the alder grove. 

Leaving Phoebus to his sheltering porch 
of white marble, luminous with his logic 
applied to system of the market game, 
Hilda tries not to think about his eyes 
blue as the restless sea after fierce storm 
that drives her in the cave of lonely toads. 

Far from strident business of shipping ports, 
in jeweled cave among towering pines, 
Hilda breathes mountain air of wild desire, 
and sings enchanting hymn to Artemis 
against rhythms of sycophantic priests 
who try to trap her in garden of walls. 

Ship-wrecked on rough shores of Arcadia, 
Hilda hides from angelic helicopters 
to run with wolves among luminous trees 
far from hard temples of powerful wealth, 
to nurse her bitter heart with fruit of faith, 
healed by Cassandra with voice of the wraith.