Another F’ing Firebird / by Ruth Temianka

Firebird,
Alight in your descent,
The past ablaze.

Wreck as you swoop,
Unravel golden threads
and
Prise open soft flesh,
Exposing matter to matter.

Sing as you go;
Your first and last elegy,
ever the panegyric narcissist.

Life turns earthwards.
A lull.

Swift shift —
Subtle yet substantial.
You again.

So, the muted arisen
Begins to breathe,
Flexes feathers,
and?

It
Slowly starts,
its
Ascent anew.