Recycled Life

A fiery phoenix, reborn from the ash,
once flew high above the river bed.
Then like a bug to the oncoming dash,
a fiery phoenix got squashed dead.
Smoldering feathers fall to the sand
scattering upon a scorched up land.
Without even the chance to soar high,
Without even the chance for one battlecry.
The machinery of man has grounded it
and reduced it into a bound box of shit
wrapped up neatly with a bright red bow
and delivered to the door of my favorite foe.
Devoured, digested, in a defecated state...
Cooped up, kept down, in isolated hate...
Words can not express what I must satiate...
Bodies have burned from what I radiate...
Black clouds please let go of your reign
and let my tears fall upon my burnt pain.
Heal the cracks left by this drought
and end this insane isolated bought.
I cradle my bones to hold in the cry
of a fiery phoenix that was shot down from the sky.