Much can be said and much can be thought
but the harvest is abundant, and the laborers have been shot
No bullets could be found in their withered flesh
nor deathly wounds that they could attest:
they were shot with silence, killed with indifference
a shrug was the violence that ended their pertinence.
And the stone heart is rolled away
replaced with flesh that will not decay
in the garden bloomed a divine insurrection
on the holy day of the Resurrection.
Artwork: https://www.fullofeyes.com/
