Nobody talks about the ninth day:,
Six for creation, seven for rest,
eight for resurrection, nine

The women needed to market
the men were short of money, time
to mend their nets and bridges

Centurion ordered more
crucifixions, slightly distracted
snappy with his crew

Pilate washed his face
arrested by a new
wrinkle in the mirror

Herod continued mad
Caiaphas conventionally
politic and pious

Mary’s heart enlarged by stress
engorged with grief
enflamed with ecstasy, belief and disbelief

Jesus, within sight of home
wading over water, still
perfectly ambiguous, waits

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