Unbirth
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.
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