Monday, July 11, 2011

if I were an phoenix

I'd rise from the burnt coals of a barbeque

like a chicken--

to be consumed

like the body and blood--

but it's too great a sacrifice for one

who resents the actual reality

of creation

that's why I sit with the other gaping maws

at the cookout--

cursing creation for being creation

while waiting to eat the sacrifical phoenix

and have it rise from my shit

the following day--

let others denounce me--

I'm too hot and hungry

to do anything but flip a phoenix

at the dull burning sheen of an afternoon

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

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