They took words
Fired them on the spit
And made them glow
Red and orange

Sparks flew from the blows
The hammer sang
The anvil smiled
New life. New life it cried

All graciousness is past repair
In that second welding
Of both life and death
Forged in that instance.

All life bound in one
All matter swirling in its air
As life rises to the call
And dust calls forth its heirs.