#103 a rising (Easter Sunday in the plague year)

12.4.20

103

a rising

it’s like this

here we are

year come round

a sun say

up and shine about

from garden

through dusty streets, uphill

that’s yesterday, the day before

ask

how long in the oven, bun?

just look at the recipe, fool

take it as gospel

trick is imagine

it happened just once

though all the prophets guessed at

flock led off

fishing trip

carpenter nailed

there really aren’t the books for all this

such is life

injustices add up

for all the good we’ve done

someone brought a message for me

personal thing

mount sermons somewhere around here

(call that high moral ground

and tone too, strike it )

make my own

rising

up and atom

it’s all DIY

Caesar salad

and here’s a little empire tremble

harrowing for hell

in how many circles

under eye?

how many days of a death will count?

might have just been poorly

but it’s like this for eternity

music to go with – Ben Hur

and feel it still today

no, I can live on an island

up a mountain, away from it all

you could say death’s rumour was much exaggerated

hunt up the egg

break out of the shell

one with wings told me

in fact all foreshadowed

though details still fill

a very personal thing

some find the dice a distraction

they shine from the box today

mock on now that the Beatles are bigger

a certain amount of father forsaking

hunt through the lost and found for grace

roll away the stone?

not yet

remember to wash your hands

believe it or not

that’s up to you

easiest thing in the world to say

all this was done for love