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Lazarus March 29, 2013

Posted by The Typist in cryptical envelopment, New Orleans, Poetry, Toulouse Street.

Resurrection is a neat trick
but Lazarus wasn’t particularly impressed
the second time around.

A walking parable,
he stood alone on Golgotha
in mute testament, watching
the chosen disciples
debase themselves in grief.

On the third day, more or less,
Lazarus sat
contemplating the great stone
standing in grave monument
beside the hollow tomb,
relishing the serene emptiness
of the deserted cemetery.

— Mark Folse


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