Earth's Next Phoenix Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

The shroud
squeezes, the
ever-changing so
possesses;as clouds
mold … loud pressed
pages burn, producing
a dull crimson rain over
forests of tall evergreens
in full crypts, the hungry gnaw
on the blur of tomorrow's consciousness
sealing closed one's perceived remembrance
buried beneath what is already underground …
and, those red rains declare, with swift occurrence
the arising; of the Earth's next Phoenix.