or, The Rosy Shroud, A premature Phoenix"
"preheat
to 400, reduce to 350"
The
unliving carcass is plucked
from
the still radiant fire
shrouded
in dull shining alumina,
laid
upon the board.
At
the appointed hour,
the
shroud is pulled away,
and
amazement falls
upon
the assembled guests.
"Behold,
an image!"
And
there was an image.
A
mystery, or a message?
A
portent, or lesson?
None
could tell.
And
none have come forth
to
solve the mystery.
What
do you see?