A Light Resurrection

A Light Resurrection by Eric Ashford

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A Light Resurrection

Behind my humming bird eyes
within the sealed crypts of my mind
light has been breaking through.

Beams have perforated my earth
until a hand chiselled masonry
of my secret death has crumbled away.

The native people say:
That a man without a past
is like the wind in the grass;
homeless.

Yet who would want a history
nailed to a crucifix of darkness
when they could spread wings of light
and fly beyond the tombs
that all men make
of God?