This night
Takes flight the fire bird
Up and away from her black sky
With parting words—To
live, to die!
Risings,
crashes—
The old to
ashes!
Look! My golden egg, a gift
To hatch as
epochs age and shift.
Then, she’s gone—
Up and away
This golden bird,
The bird of Pray.
10" Diameter
Cotton threads on linen
with glass beads
