The Phoenix
 
No escaping the flood,
nor the fire, 
and even though with deafening noise the tower grows higher,
we must die
and cannot know that death is not the end. 
The rise, 
if it happens,
is a most gracious, sweet staggering, dumbfounding, miraculous surprise,  
There is blood on the feathers
and mud in the eyes.  
 
Limited Edition signed and numbered Giclee print. Hand embellished with gold oil paint.
 
330mm x 330mm
 
Comes in a tube rolled and wrapped in tissue paper and with the poem on a separate comp slip.