New Dawn

From the fiery pits of prophesy, 

the Phoenix rises, like dawn breaking

out of the detritus of calamity and hubris;

amidst the furore of tumbling structures,

broken promises and destruction.

Stick mortals rush around

loud with lamentation,

seeking to patch up, hold up the old;

and restore, revive the waking dead,

mouthy with prayer and complaint.

From the furnace of desiccation, entropy 

and the putrescent fumes of decay, 

the time to fix and mend are gone;

the chance to save, repair, done.

Deep in the Ground, new life stirs.

In the offing, a glimmer of light

flares up in the darkness -

as daybreak over-takes the shadows 

the androgyne crowns into the world

bespattered with the blood and screams

of births own epiphany.

Feb