Each birthday you reach
is your last until 
you reach the next one;

what are you doing
for your last birthday?

It seems only right
that there should be
some symbolic flame to it,

some burning down
of the previous years

as in a warrior’s funeral
or the high leaping fire
of any pyre anywhere

for at heart a birthday party
is the performed hope

concealed in the hot core
of the myth
of the phoenix.


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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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