reflection (of the sacrifice)

easter

resurrection comes

before that
I must die
or so
I understand

I wonder
how does that work
but
I doubt
that I need to know

it is a matter
of the soul

perhaps
of the underworld

and I am willing
enough
if
it is for
the good

for the very good
and
for us all

look around

gaze

I have to stare
at what
I see

at what
is left

a cannibal for the moon

darkness
for night

what has happened
to the day I knew
before

symbols abound

symbols
inform

the old mother
is suffering
in her own distress

the ferocity
of storms
should tell some part
of the tale

the contagion
running
through my veins

through all
veins

is like the fear
that imposes itself
now

it is each of us

kept
alone
and sequestered
from what we know

from what we knew

from what we
assumed
in arrogance

just like
our hope
kept far away
now
and safely distant

perhaps
this time
this easter time
we all have to die
in our own
little ways

perhaps
yes
to resurrect
but . . .

I wonder
what will be
should I rise

should we
rise

again

~

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