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Phoenix Rising

Phoenix  Rising

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Grey dust stirs

as her feet leave

fiery prints

in a well scorched earth;

weed and orchid

insect and bird

frozen in their last

terrified gasp,

ashen,

they crumble

before her stare.

Behind her:

the world is

sucked dry

In front:

a glare

a crimson death.

Inside:

caged, bleeding,

a redbreast,

fluttering frantically,

balance thrown

by a broken wing

pierced by

a poisoned

iron tip

Her song

 is taken,in its place

a shrill wail

shatters

unwary ears.

She,once burned,
rises to sear

a stale, flat

and wicked

Earth.

(c) 5/10/2009

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