Death’s Lament
(An Easter Poem)
So long I have kept watch
at a door whose
key alone
I possess
But now this upstart
divine avatar
dares rob
me of my
prize
I watched as they stored
his broken body
in one of
my tombs-
And once again
I
slammed the door
And now on this third day
a terrible sunrise
seems to burn away
my shadowy
power
O the sadness I feel
as he stands
there
in front of a
weeping woman
who sees him not
What shall I now do?
my hands empty
for I have laughed
so long
at their everlasting
defeat, all
because of me
Now my lament is deep
for he is alive again
not so much for him
as
for them
What is this haunting
word that
pierces my dark
heart much
as
his hands and feet
were marked?
Its sound frightens me
and now I sense
that
all will be
transformed-
This word that changes
everything-
that changes me-
“Resurrection”
Jody Seymour
Easter 2019
