Poem: “Motown’s Phoenix”
“Motown’s Phoenix”
Arsonous flames painted a relentless scene
across a darkened canvassed behind a Motown beat,
where the Heidelberg Project once rose
from the ashes, a blackened Phoenix; licked clean
like savory bones from barbecued meat,
arsonous flames painted a relentless scene
of a fallen king murdering his barren queen,
that obstruction of justice consumed by heat;
where the Heidelberg Project—once rows
of houses that danced like a mutated gene—
fused existing fragments, fueled a mighty feat;
arsonous flames painted a relentless scene
of a war to define art (what the hell does art mean?),
to call attention to the sight of all forgotten street,
where the Heidelberg Project—once rows
of pennies and polka dots, the city’s two block spleen—
amplified an honest afternoon, an evening cheat;
arsonous flames painted a relentless scene,
but the Heidelberg Project, once again, rose.
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