The Rest of the Souls
by Daniel R. Jones
The rest of the souls in limbo
look on you with contempt
you, who having heard
like Lazarus
the call, “Come forth!”
refused to budge,
content with staying dead.
The Hold of the Supernatural Upon the Mind
Always, in her periphery,
Mary is eyeing the tomb
of that second-dead Lazarus.
Ever since the ascension,
she has her theology straight.
She knows better than to assume.
Lightning won’t strike the same place
twice.
And yet,
and yet,
and yet…
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