a rotting tree which nothing inhabited
branches clasped together
pleading, just begging
to be set alight
by anyone, anything
a match was lit
by who doesn't matter now
for what a glorious light
a momentary glow
those beautiful flames
gave the forest that night
when tongues of fire
kissed the rough, wounded surface
which began to crackle and roar
in a fantastic blaze
to think something so sudden
so small on the scale
could warp
break the circle of life
a single spark now
a burst of passion
this trunk , this body
now entwined in a waltz
a tangled, triumphant sight
life renewed
in self destruction
but there is no phoenix here
a phenomenon
attempted by many
achieved by none
