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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