"Monumental Movement."

Grunting, blindly desperately seeking, they force
Their staves underneath the stone.
Impatient impetus impelling, compelling movement,
Slaves to the moment.
The boulder bounds belligerently forward,
Forcing cover on the crime.

Limp body shelved within,
Life’s blood leaked from limbs’ extremities,
Pores poured profusely, holes profoundly holy;
Crown scraped indelibly on brow.
Flow-dried now, heart’s pump seized.
It is finished.

But no, he lies
Here and yet goes even deeper, hot
To confront the snake
And claim his dues;
Lives for a life,
The ultimate sacrifice.

Slinking lies created the hole
Man fell deeply in;
But worms go deeper in the earth,
Recreating themselves from within.

Mothers come to wipe his brow,
To anoint and mummify,
Sealing his fate; but too late,
The rock has rolled.

This most lowly wounded worm of humanity
Has recreated himself; in death defeated has
Revealed himself King of Kings.
Pure message of revelation doubly told,
It bears repetition
To mankind’s deafened ears.


Kittie Carr