Wednesday, February 18, 2015

the phoenix in decline

falling, falling
down in a spiral
to the heat-beaten streets
from a sky so blue it burns the eyes
hypnotic gyrations from
a star-spangled nightmare
called justice or truth
and we cry for you
lost in a fugue-like cohesion
a semi-solid malady of being
a wounded scavenger
scraping the basement
of reeking desert valleys
where carcasses lie
bleached bones on which it dined
juxtaposed right and left
now shining in triumph
receiving their due
with the remains
of their destroyer.

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