almost a fire

there's something evil in the deadly heat
a sharp reminder that we have to die
no kind redeemer comes down from the sky
we swiftly learn that we're no more than meat
in other places we might hear the beat
of honest tales stories that fight the lie
that all will become well if we get by
label our cowardice a safe retreat
now would be a good time for hard rain
to slam into the ground and heal the earth
of all the suffering its undergone
relieve our sense of ever-growing pain
bring miracles and joy to a fresh birth
and soften the harsh face of the old sun