Shedding Fire

phoenix-art

The phoenix sits filing its nails

Made tame of mythical talons

Bent low – treading skies

Reading clocks as stars shift

The phoenix dies & births

High above people’s qualms

Flags & borders query his fiery wings

As entrepreneurs place dice

With rocks & dust

Laughing in the face of

My royal tapestries

 

Only here can we die

Only then could you live

Only that was what was past

 

The shadow of Homer

Fills the phoenix’s nostrils

 

In new days

The world raises fresh

Clashing hues

To abandon myth

 

No longer I rise

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