The Call

life
that never was
yet ever remains
pretentious
touching
teases
spits
sweetness
learning
to crawl
trip
fall
gracefully
slipping
smiles
mix
man-made hues
with old tales
dyeing
man’s hair to cover
the naked
truth
whispers
fall on deaf ears
lapped by tongues
forked spears
from lesser gods
growing
more acceptable
golden calves
polished
bombs
flit
across the skies
like clouds
shifting
shadows
draped
across lush vales
skillfully carved
graves
still
fully dead
hearts
snapping
minds
bound
to be caught
sleeping
corpses
lie
unaware
of change
changing
nails to pearls
stinging tears to striking tiaras
death to life in a twinkle
of an eye and loosed ear
to hear
the call
calling
Lazarus
first
then
all
others

Petra O. Hefner

Scripture

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