and what of fire?
what of the greedy flames of pain that erode the bones,
consume the mind, lick at the soul?-
this is what i asked him, but he answered with a question:
what of the phoenix?
what of the inferno that must devour it
feather by feather
tasting each with tongues of molten gold
so that it can emerge
more brilliant, more alive, stronger-
from the ashes of its sorrow?
we dream of rebirth but we forget that, so often,
we must first burn.