Their squalid death to purify,

on Olives Mount a bridge to God.

Then Cedar Wood and Herbs burnt dry

to raise a Kingdom not forgot.

 

And in that ritualistic spell

the Kohen taints his cleansing soul,

that he is now unbound for hell

unless the cycle onward rolls.

 

For future joy why all this death

where toil and dark abound?

Why not the warmth of living breath

to bear us where new worlds are found?