Phoenix

Body sundered by faithless flames.
Smoke and the scent of burnt flesh.
Worldly soul screaming from ash
Choking on the unreal past.
Oh, I knew fear
In a handful of dust.

Natural now artificial
From flesh and Bone
To plastic and metal.
Organized nucleotides
Replaced with coded ones and Os.
Those are pearls that were my eyes.

What am I now?
A surgeon’s artistry?
Or scalpel’s monstrosity?
What is left of my humanity?
A metal morality?
Or unreal memory?

No longer living or dead
I stand on the edge.
I am all new
Lost to who I was.
Drowned by the past
I am pulled from the water.