The Phoenix

Posted: August 16, 2012 in Burn Poetry
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Kiss the lips of the phoenix and rise from the ash.
Turn your ear to the South-Wind Muse,
Cradle your head in her whispers;
August-breeze fingers running through your hair
At ninety eight point six degrees
Of separation.

Lick salt-cracked lips
And speak prophetic.
Tempestuous tongues,
Vocal chords
Turned ripping ripcords,
Nimbly pirouetting through trip wires,
And snags,
And snares,
And the grinning metal grimaces
Of wolf traps unsprung.

Kiss the lips of the phoenix and rise from the ash.
Unbend your knees
From the cramped posture of the idolatrous
And lurch to a run.
Charge,
Don’t retreat.
Rally to the clangorous sound of victory,
Spilling outward as spark to flame,
And plant your flag to the hilt;
Colors unfurling,
Amphibian’s tongue
Lolling in the Jet Stream’s rapids.
 
Kiss the lips of the Phoenix.
From ash arise anew.
Turn your ear once more.
Listen to the whispers.

FIN

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