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An account of a phoenix drowning |
| Never Since my first imaginings of fire Have I conceived Of something so sublime As the drowning Of a phoenix pyre No flame heats The boiling sea only the frantic feathery pods Of sodden seeds That need the funeral sun To trigger the life That to the bloody ocean bleeds The perfumes of Arabia Deprived of desert Smell just of salt in a squeezed throat A soaking song Sinks While a drought thirsty tongue Helpless drinks The sun weeps tears That come blazing down In golden spears The marriage bed is flooded The wedding annuls The cries go unheeded Except by the gulls Sea gears grind Forcing too late The now unwilling wings Of the drowned phoenix a lurid corpse Who mocking rides The robot waves And mindless tides |