No Phoenix here

 In this last outpost of love

there is nothing to hold;

no sound 

but the continuous murmur 

of the questioning wind

and the slow scrubbing

of feet on the floor,

no offerings

or flame to appease

the insatiable gods 

of doubt.

If i were the ashes

or bird of magic tonight,

I wouldn't say that it is

utterly stark.

Escape

I want to escape to a different place a place dark and rich in humus a place free of constraints and cannots a place where I can kill if I'm hungry or sleep if I'm tired I don't care for the dangers of nature it is the unnatural ones that I fear the wild beasts of that place can take me and feast upon me at their table I will gladly give up my blood