Ashes
June 10, 2008
Beyond the dark eve falling
and past gray dawn’s dreary gloom.
At once a new day calling,
A rebirth of sorts, deliverance from the tomb.
Out of the ash and soot and charred remains,
Wreaking, the stench of stale smoke as perfume.
Alive again beneath smeared filth and stains,
A rebirth of sorts, from dormancy’s ashen womb.
