I rose from the dead
We’d all love to rise from the dead
and snatch a second chance
from the teeth of history.
Which of you would refuse resurrection
and leave the stones in place
until the winter breaks?
My death was cold
and stank of feces
left by swallows fit to glide away.
I never knew how long my death would last
until I rose again from the jaws of a mystery made
before the stars exploded
and the universe was saved.
Our mother doesn’t believe in death
Our grandma doesn’t believe in death
Our great grandmother doesn’t believe in death.
Even after everyone knows she’s passed away
she doesn’t believe in death.
She believes in sign-posts
and the sort of markers that say
you’ve entered a new townland.
Our mum believes in evolution and re-cycling
and believes she’s back with the love of her life
the man she married for thirty years
her husband forever.
Our mum believes in the journey
The journey with people, the journey for people,
the good life.
Our mum is …
Our mum was ready.
Oh, she told her family a long time ago
that she was ready.
She lived her day-to-day with love
as generously as any creature.
She reached out to the widest family of humanity
and she believes that’s the only way to live up,
to live the good life.
Our mum doesn’t believe in death
she believes in Resurrection,
She believes she’s moved on
her work on Earth is done
her work among us is the best she could do.
Our mum believes she’s no saint
she has sinned
she’s made her peace
she is forgiven.
Our mum is in love
a love deeper that the lover who feels
they’ve found the one they were meant to find.
Our mum doesn’t only believe in God
our mum knows her God is love
and love endures for ever.