Posted by Atticus on November 12, 2006, at 18:12:27
Fallen gods gather round a trash can fire,
Watch a phoenix rise from the guttering pyre,
Ancient eyes flash briefly with deep desire,
Fingers caress feathers as they rise higher,
Silhouetted at dusk against the razor wire
Atop a chain-link fence beside a cardboard shire,
A steel net to block the lowly from the higher,
Golden wings reflect each man’s vanished empire,
They’re tinted pink by the neon scripture required
On the chain-store temples the new gods sire,
The phoenix trails embers that sizzle in the mire,
Their glow snuffed out by a passing truck’s tire.
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