Phoenix Poem by Gert Strydom

I see a bird rising from the ashes
and in the flames spreading its wings
while it gets new energy
and it does cry out as proof

that it is living
but it's only aware about life and death
and when it stretches its wings into the sky
its still caught in a sentence

to exist here on earth
and again to die
where it gets new life and later does die
are trying to break away from all of this

while it gleams like the sun,
does climb up against the stars
and in the darkness do scream
when once again it falls down to earth
like a lightning bolt.