Miriam VI The Awakening

Resurrection!
Such a nonsense
rumours whispers
Insurrection 
Pilate demands a corps
The guards were mad
bewitched or both
The stone a ton
sealed to boot
Rolled away 
seals in tact
Preposterous 
I watched him die
on my spear point 
Don't tell me now 
he lives again
Whispers of sightings
Multiple times
Near and far
Nonsense
Yet last night
my dream... was it
The ground lifting
A subsonic roar
A cry of earth
In strain and anguish
A heaving and settling
Stone and rock organic
Then calm





Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-04-16 at 02:54

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