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Easter Mourning

It is April and I am dying.
My mind is the center of the book,
It is the climax, the rising and falling actions.
I awoke today to see bile flowing from my mouth
like the proverbs of any religion. 
And I am not sorry to view it this way.
My neck needs to crack in seven places and my
back is made of sheet rock this morning.
My hands are ice and my eyes are drooping,
Thank goodness for the Resurrection.

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