Twilight Zone
Lazarus lay
he’s dead they moan
and say, he reeks
now skin and bone
four days gone yield
God's own power
as the man spoke
the dead woke fresh
and broke death’s hold
Charles Henderson for
Nette's Than Bauk contest
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