etched into a man’s
side will speak
for him when
his first mouth cannot, closed and
locked by his spirit’s
returned to tell his
tale of how
He slipped through
Death’s fingers: listen through your
to feel the
words of the tale, the
breath, His opened wound smiling
at your disbelief.
© 2011 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Another poem using the shadorma form for the stanzas, also focusing on Easter. Enjoy.