Analysis of Beauty down the pipe

Prophet went out on a limb.
Promise extraordinary
In the midst of messes.
Yeah, messes Buster.
Beauty for ashes, he said.
Burnt refuse.
No food value.
No building value.
Grey, listless.
Only ground nourishment
And that takes ages.
Oil of Joy for mourning.
Yeah the olive can do both.
Refresh, restore.
Where once only dove-like
Mourning could arise.
Beauty slash Joy.
Quite a pair of promises.
Mr. Isaiah.
Sure knew how to pick ‘em.