Wasteland Begs Firebird Phoenix Arise Poem by Terence George Craddock

world imaginative
post apocalyptic
dust beholds

flesh
incarnadined
sunset

rust eroded
patina patterned
cities decayed

pink baked baby flesh
not phoenix firebird arisen
from apocalypse ash ruins

approaching exploring
a sea incarnadined
out beyond red-dust

realm where pride
spent past iron undone
by weak acid salt

is sterile ribs
etched time;
shadows haunt

silent walking past
ruins memory wasteland
dancing dust devils

humanity
eternity is free
to stretch

toward an infinity
of possibilities
unbothered by

metabolic nuclear waste
sludge as firebird is birth born
unblemished from choking

stirred lake of fire
cauldron bubbling
lost souls soups

will stirring music
played on bone flutes
holes smooth drilled

sunset serenade
flesh bonfire warmed
bodies clan sitting

in primeval darkness


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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