Resurrection Reunion 2 by Stanley Spencer
What the hell?
Here I am, back
again;
dirt up my
nose and in my ears,
amid all
these crazy people
in woolen
stockings.
When time
bends over, double
and we step
across the fold
to back-here-again,
then dinosaur
oil slicks
knit back
into shining,
bone-hard whiteness
covered over in leather-flesh
filled with being.
Dusty
tombs
fill with
reconstituted blood and juices,
fresh
flesh,
so succulent
and tender,
lips again
kissable
tongues
speaking, shrieking
hands
pulling aside
death
shrouds.
And feet,
And feet,
my feet,
in woolen
stockings
amid all
these crazy people;
dirt up my
nose and in my ears.
Here I am, back
again.
What the
hell?
This is for the The Mag creative writing group and also the Nobember PAD prompt from Writer's Digest. Click on the links and check them out.
