Peter out, you’ve no more time.
Burn down to ash beneath
a shroud, laid out within a
stone, unguarded tomb.
Heatless ash – bloodless, cold –
from flame-frayed feathers.
Iron pegs in splintered wood;
riven rope about a ring of jewelled thorns.
Roll away.
Germinate and grow beyond the broken
surface of the ashes.
Rise above.
Ascend with shattered wrists
and broken heels.
Image credit – w-dog.net
william altoft 