Morning Poem, April 5, 2015

Easter Poem

What can we do with this man now?

They must have asked

We killed him

And now they say he is not dead

We cannot find his body

And if we killed another, just to create evidence

His followers would know it

And make their case stronger

Some women say they have seen him

And these same rabble-rousers

Right here in this city

The very place where we killed him

In the light of day

Are now shouting that he lives

And that everything he said is true

This is the trouble we sought to avoid

What can we do now?

Who will kill him again?

We must wait, now

For this story to die.

Copyright 2015

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