Gaza Burns Up the Night

(the echo phoenix)

Gaza burns up the night
like New Year fireworks
the sky lights with a deadly glow as
bodies burn through the night
like the hollow shell of a
burnt out Clio that sped
through the forest wild
with lager and yobbos,
Howling like wolves,
Watching the smoke blind
the sparrows and songbirds
they leave behind,
Running for their lives as
Gaza lights up the night.

 

She laughs, she smiles
and dances the night
away...

 

The burnt wreck stays.
It cannot change the charge of nature,
breaking through the axel, piston
and frame, but remains a fading
altar to the old gods.

 

The good times roll down as a river,
lapping up Unstoppable Time,
enough to let the ice settle,
barren and bleak in the
womb of an English Wood.
Nature mourns for Nature
Mother cries for Mother.
Brother weeps for Brother.
Another day for Unstoppable Time,
Changing, shifting, breaking and
broken only the day we die,

 

and the bombs fall,

 

and the fire flames,

 

and the Phoenix flies...

Author's Note

Any thoughts?

Reviews

[SayG'NightGrac[i]e]

I agree with Mr. Bullock, it seems like you put two seperate poems together. each poem can easily hold it's own, tho the first 17 lines are my favorite.

[fallendemonofmercy]

the day when the phoenix takes flight signals a time of redemption, and a need for a savior. though our world has been destroyed, and happiness and oblivion lingers there can be no denying all the perilous destruction that has been rought on you and your closest
enemies may fall, but hope remains....
very strong and screams of passion
and the strength of a forever that can never be promised

[Dan Bullock]

I love the opening stanza and for me, I would have loved that just by itself because I feel it goes away from the strength of that beginning. It feels like you've got two poems here merging into one and they'd work just as wonderfully by themselves, good writing in that respect! :)

[Seracies]

The strongest thing about this poem was the imagery it created in my mind. The colours and feels were so vibrant; it was like reading a painting. I enjoyed how it roamed, and there was character to it that gave it more body. Lovely poem.