A Very Long Moment of Silence

It’s more than three days I’ve been in this tomb.

I’ve seen only blackness since they closed the door.

Easter Sunday left me to face my doom;
Left me to lie on this cold granite floor.

Undead, in the dark, my body a shell,

My ghost gropes out for a new direction:

For the lights of heaven or fires of hell

Or the quiet breath of resurrection.

Sometimes I’ve sinned just for fun fighting fate.

Sometimes I’ve struggled and still missed the mark.

I’m no messiah, no demon, no saint.

I’m just a fat guy they left in the dark.

If I’d a mouth, I’d scream to end this strife

If I’d still lungs I’d inhale the breath of life.

Benjamin J. Cline

4/20/03