Grave Robber

A poem for Saturday

Grave Robber: A Saturday Poem

“…the tombs broke open. The bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life.” ~ Matthew 27:52

These days what counts for news
is broken and bleeding, the recent dead 
and dying. But no one ever mentions 
those who could not stay dead, the newly 
born (again), the freed and healing who 
wandered in dumb awe. Tell me, where 
did they go after Jesus gave them his last 
breath and filled their collapsed lungs – 
after they stumbled from the cemetery
to show off their grave clothes? Did they 
start a support group with Lazarus 
for the just-resurrected? Seriously, 
no more torn curtain then a straight hop, 
skip, and jump to Sunday’s empty tomb. 
Enough with your polite pass over 
the just dead now foot loose and fancy. 
Stop. Tell me about these fresh sprouts. 
Give me the gory with the glory. Tell me 
where I can barter my meager asthmatic gasp 
for a gulp of this grave-robbing Holy Ghost gush.

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