resurrection

we let the flame take in the dying bird
and watch the ashes stir and phoenix rise
the whole thing does not draw from us a word

the centuries of waiting all are blurred
each time it happens it is a surprise
we let the flame take in the dying bird

the cost of immortality incurred
all proper calculation still defies
the whole thing does not draw from us a word

we had for long paused delayed even deferred
until the message was clear in the skies
we let the flame take in the dying bird

a staring cat might have just stretched and purred
who knew the facts and told them now denies
the whole thing does not draw from us a word

this is the truth that all good folk have heard
never to hate and not once to despise
we let the flame take in the dying bird
the whole thing does not draw from us a word