The Earth is not a Phoenix

Its plumage is blue and specked green

It combusts but won’t rise from the shadow

Of burning ash

Never to breathe life again

Unlike the firebird and hence the name.


Oil leaks are not ornithology

The lens are clouded with soot

Blue waves of ether streaked

Pungent of black blood. And grime.

Birds cannot swim the dark night.

Drowning in mid-flight.


Uncage the Phoenix.

Freedom means nil.

Rebirth in bondage means less still.

Blinded by ashes and somptuous smog.

It swirls a dance of putrid existance.

Unbirth the Earth. Un-hatch the egg.

Sleepy Evening

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