Phoenix

By Tatiana Pahlen

What makes us, mindless sapiens,
to restate our own mistakes;
Chronic pangs of a livid failure,
accustomed to the tortuous edge,
foul vanity, or utter joyance
being burned anew at the stake?
As Phoenix crawls with reptilians,
Seared feathers arouse from dust;
who is furtive lives in the glitter
and learns from the senility past.