ravished out behind the plaintive dumpster
stink like Martha said Lazarus would
though you have hurried restless star
almost all the way a mere two miles
to find him wrapped in swaddling
clothes for his re-birth among smiles
and tears of his sisters clinging
but there’s another mystery here
that breaks my heart whenever I read
you wept hearing he was dead
why would you weep knowing his death
was something you could easily end
except you loved him and knew in dying
how alone and frightened he had been
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