Shedding Fire


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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