Been awhile since I
threw down a poem, so I am going to, and it's an Easter Poem. Thanks a lot for your sacrifice Jesus (LOL, in all seriousness) so one Easter I figured I'd say "you're welcome" and dedicate an Easter Poem to Jesus... Was just kind of imagining what it would be like when I wrote it. It seems kinda difficult to me...
Easter Morning
Who, wearing their thoughts like chill
blankets
layer on
layer on layer
each colder
more frost covered and harder
than the last.
Will state,
"One small, pale
candle's light
can kindle, by use
of a flint inside, the interior
flame, awakening
a stiffened body all
bent, retracted
and alarmed."
Who understood to start
a small internal
fight, who could bear to stand
again, after armies and soldiers
in rows, mowed
down in sacrifice,
without one lament
or cry of grievance.
Which whole skins
of scars will, at last
(rested between the blankets)
so long
make a declaration.
"Enough."
And choose, again, to rise?
Anna