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Rite of Spring

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We chain the body to the rock in the fall Before the first snow All through the winter on clear days you can see it About three hundred meters from the summit That white lump there on the face below the avalanche slope Oh, as long as it's frozen it can't feel anything So it's none the worse for it But of late the pale sun grows stronger And the blood in the body will be melting now And beginning to stir By now it may have warmed sufficiently To begin to force its way into the shrunken veins You can't imagine the pain In the warming of nerve endings so long dormant A thousand frostbitten fingers over fire Wouldn't amount to half an idea of it By now the sun is softening the flesh But the sun won't soften the rock nor melt those chains Those are hundred percent high grade steel The mountain will tear them out without even noticing When her winter coat comes off But till then that body's not going anywhere See the glittering white up there above the body? That's the foot of a glacier It's rotting now Ice water is running out from under it Down the wall and over the body Stealing its new warmth And adding torment from outside to the pain swelling within If the weather holds it won't be long till break-up It starts at the top Sharp cracking as the ice tears away from the mountain's face A low rumbling as it begins to slide A rumble such as you'd think the planet herself was going to be sick As that mass begins to move Tons of it Tearing out trees and rocks and everything in its path And accelerating as it goes Headed for the river Everything in nature flushes into the river, you know Usually the body's not alive enough to know what's happening But sometimes it is Sometimes it hears the sound There are years it's strong enough to Lift its head and look to the light Now that makes for a brief moment of truth It's interesting to observe through a telescope or But to see it you'd have to sit here watching for a couple of days Maybe a week Maybe more That's how nature cleans herself, you see It's all part of the cycle And it's been going on since long before you were born, sonny