Rolling stone

I like to imagine that
instead of rolling the stone
he turned it into bread
for the birds to swarm
and peck, hungry for spring
time and their nests,
carrying it crumb by crumb
to feed their young,
open-mouthed and shrill,
laughing at the devil


Mark 16:1-3 When the sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so that they might go and anoint him. And very early on the first day of the week, when the sun had risen, they went to the tomb. They had been saying to one another, “Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance to the tomb?” When they looked up, they saw that the stone, which was very large, had already been rolled back.

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