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Wednesday, 18 December 2019

How the Dead are Raised by Thom Satterlee

Why a trumpet? Why not a mole
whispering in their ears, or the sound
of footsteps on the earth
above their faces? I could imagine a rock
that shifts underground and knocks
on each coffin: “Come out! Come
out!” For the man who loved bees,
a swarm of them to serenade him
back to the living, their stingers
gone, fallen into a lake and turned
into minnows. For the woman
who complained, her pastor
never visited her, the crunching of gravel
as his car stops outside her door.
Still others will want a certain voice,
maybe your own, to bring them back, saying,
“You always hoped, now you can believe.”

From: http://stonework02.blogspot.com/2006/05/thom-satterlee-appreciation.html

Date: 1999

By: Thom Satterlee (1967- )