“RESURRECTION”

Sagging skeletons
sat before old god,
expecting to be welcomed
to Shangri-La.
But low and behold,
heaven was null--
so god kept their bones
buried in the earth.

Sagging skeletons
laid in their graves,
straight up, grinning,
waiting to be saved.
But low and behold,
god wasn't near,
so the bones were belated
a couple million years.

Sagging skeletons
flattened in the strata,
gave up sagging,
forgotten and fractured.
But god had a plan for
these brittle little bits.
God made man, just to grow
some paleontologists.

narrative poem written on 02-19-2013 by: on mattkane.com
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