Flickering Dawn

[as always:

One or two errors, yes, deliberate though
Grammar only restricts creativity's flow]

Standing upon the pillar of asunder
Of billowing clouds and twit-twat thunder
Corrodes the feeble and sulks them in defeat
The tears mingling rain at their mudded feet

Of winds that bring cries and hopes afresh
Of crowds of ants that democratically enmesh
Of people that flutter and birds that walk
And blind that see the deaf who talk

Phoenix, ashes, blackness, some coal
Was brought by fire, some angel stole
As God looks away, and lets Providence slip
Like a bloom of a flower, from a withering nip.