How big, has, the Phoenix, called; Consumption, grown?

Big enough, to fill, eight-billion caskets.
Plump enough, to fill, every pot.
Wise enough, to answer,
any question, should you, ask it.
Deadly enough, to kill, any myth,
dream, wordsmith, or, naïve romancer.
It smothers, all the people, of the world, with less,
and, their; untold stories, in a vicious, ugly bind,
betwixt; it's fiery wings, and pluming breast,
and, with a beak of fury, pecks, their eyes out, blind.
Whilst, pecking, gravely, holes in every, single plot.

How far, has, the Phoenix, called; Consumption, flown?

Around, the planet, a multitude of times.
Sprinkling, holidayed tears, in tsunamis, of, €$£¥-shaped, misery,
like, wrathful; albino equines,
or, shipwrecking; Easter, Yule -tides,
from, blinkered eyes, that, roll back, and, forth,
with, undercurrents of currency,
that, lap,...