Easter

Easter

Easter

"The Lord heareth the poor and despiseth not his prisoners."

a fantastical prayer wheel to forget the watery grave
and the sleep of uneasy occlusion
the crusted cross parade shall resume
the scent of corpses a confused whisper
a lonely dance of primal skin, sliding back into the correct minds again

 The wearing of dusk a sweated breath
a pale memory
drank from the painted boat until the sides ached
the jeweled vessel floundering

 Setting aside the silvered creation
for the touch of enkekalymnenos-
the bright yellow, stained chariot
of mythical forests is that tribal mantle

 Krisma swimming foolish and married
a boatman silenced by Easter and olives
tongue-forked Emmanuel washes vinegar from
the creases scraped into his returned body
{enkekalymnenos: the veiled one; Krisma : oil used for anointment as in the
book of Samuel}