Marked men

For Jesus and Lazarus

Clouds the colour of linen unwinding;
rain falls in sheets, breaking water
over the dead man’s head;
the dead man walking.

Their eyes do not meet. He
casts his gaze to heaven, while
the other shakes himself awake,
like a dog shedding water from the river.

Later, they sit silent as the grave side by side,
watching the shadows stretch across the Jordan;
where the naked carcass of a young tree rolls,
careless, towards the Dead Sea.

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