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Phoenix Rising: September 11 2003

Clinton Fein / Annoy.com | 05.09.2003 10:55 | Anti-militarism | World

Annoy.com’s Clinton Fein uses striking imagery and a perversion of T.S. Eliot’s Christianity-focused poem, Journey of the Magi, to highlight America’s descent into despair and ascent into fascism from the ashes and memory of a September morning.





Journey of the Phoenix

'A cold foreboding I had of it,
Just the worst taste of the year
For the desecration, and such a profound desecration:
The wounds fresh and the minders sharp,
The very end of summer.
And grief’s bitter, vanquished, vasectomy,
Smoldering in the unforgiving gape.
There were times I rejoiced
The panic of the mighty, the desperate,
And the heavenly virgins brandishing men’s vulnerability.
Then the oil men sobbing and frantic
And flying away, and wanting their fixes and crucifixes,
And the hell’s-fire blazing, and the lack of reason,
And the city inquisitional and the skies unfriendly
And the coffee franchises filthy and charging high prices:
A crude time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to trade in liberty,
Freedom in snatches,
With the evil screeching in our ears, saying
That this was all Godly.

Then at dusk we came upon a treacherous pit,
Shadowed by a fractured skyline, reeking of burnt flesh;
With a bloody stream and a toxic smoke disguising the darkness,
And four cardinal points on the sacred sky,
And a shiny black hearse raced away in the madness.
Then we came to a white house with spilled oil covering stained blood,
Corrupt hands behind bolted doors divining for politics and profit,
And mouths wording the empty promises,
But there was secret information, and so we demurred judgment
And arrived at hell, a day late and dollar short
Finding the place; it was (you may say) predictable

All this was a short time ago, I regret,
And we will do it again, but it rises up
This rises up
This: were we led all that way for
Oligarchy or Oil? There was a Tragedy, certainly,
We had trickery and truth. We have seen truth and treachery,
But had thought they were different; this Treachery was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Truth, our truth,
We patriotically ascend from the flames of our complacency, this Complacency,
But no longer free here, in the new Justification,
With a deluded people clutching their sentimentality.
Why do I grieve Phoenix’s Rise?

Clinton Fein / Annoy.com