When they finally got the word
The body would be released to them
They bundled it up and hurried off
In the dark end of twilight
To a secret place and laid it down
Weighing little more than a child
As if this had all been planned
The bowl of water ready at hand
To wash the gaping wounds
Oil the whole body and wrap it
Tightly in a long white cloth
As if they knew there would be
Only a day's pause between death
And its extinction and that
Nothing more could be done
But go back home and wait
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