When Christ stood up, he did not come
backwards out of the earth like Lazarus
still wearing those strips. He was not unswallowed,
sucked out of the dark the same direction he went in,
leaving a hole savior-sized. No, he explored
deeper, dividing the dry land
in two, ripping the belly
wide.
Out again on the other side
he came while the linen
sighed into empty folds behind
him, and the dirt beneath his fingernails
smelled of a path no one had found
before. And God who had buried him in the East
looked to the West as out of death He called
His Son.
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