Easter

.
Should I be
devout in my mother’s way
and stand at a tomb’s mouth
with its rolled stone
empty as the space between stars
vast as the space within atoms
because a man was said to die
but beat death and would
gift immortality
to those who believe
death can be humbled,
that bodies will hug in heaven,
that what was cut
when death came swinging a scythe,
slipping it between two lives
setting one adrift to sobs and cries,
conquering it entirely so death
would be shown a fool?

But to believe against one’s own
sense
is just another way to die

.

by Jim Culleny
4/8/12