The Phoenix Eats the Dolphin

[Rakeela]

The ardor approaches the ardor reversed
Each full of all honor today
That the sharks or the saints again be dispersed
And within the condemned be immersed
To therein lead astray
whosoever the pure would betray
This was our hunting ground first!
We'll not be lead by our prey!

A cutting word in caesurae
What surfaces and sounds this way?
Whose death was sealed in yesterday?

What fire burns in hard rejection?
Not against our own affection
Do we place our indirection
And those who have no introspection
Must surely face their swift ejection.

Yet it's right that we should surely shy
And ask of what does bind the eye
Of all who do now come to lie?
For who would ever qualify
If all souls came to judgment?

So can we find no intersection
Within the depths of our dejection
For that accursed predilection
To seek the poor soul's resurrection?
Is there no end to disinfection?

A cutting word in caesurae
What surfaces and sounds this way?
Who speaks and thinks and prays this way?
From what wall would this then ricochet?
What soul could this sound sway?

What hidden knotwork binds the eye
Of all who do now come to lie
And who would ever qualify
If all souls came to judgment?