Only a god could pull a stunt like that, <br />Like plucking a plumb from a pie past its sell-by date. <br />There are lines which should not be crossed, <br />Lairs should be left unopened. <br /> <br />Death made living flesh is miraculous <br />But also barbarous. <br />It doesn't seem right... like trawling the night <br />And catching the moon in a bucket, just for the hell of it. <br /> <br />Quite a show, as spiritual parlour tricks go. <br />But what of the gape in the ground? <br />What becomes of the status quo <br />When the dead start shillyshallying to and fro? <br /> <br />What if, to your surprise the dead did rise, <br />Long after time had chosen to erase them? <br />Would you look them in the eyes? <br />Would you turn and face them? <br /> <br />(`All things arise and bloom in their time, and then they return to their root. Their returning is peace.' <br />The Tao Te Ching XVI)<br /><br />sheena blackhall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lazarus-7/
