
three days in the tomb
three days in the beast’s belly
to die is to live

three days in the tomb
three days in the beast’s belly
to die is to live

just hanging around
waiting to rope a wild wind
for the length of a life

all stacked up curbside
like trash to be recycled
years of rain and sun

every sunrise
another chance to give thanks
and begin anew

a face set like flint
going to death on a cross
Master and servant