We knew: not alive; knew: the tomb sealed, the guard; knew: friends scattered, not safe. We met: in secret, met: in darkness, emptied pockets and purses, bought oils to embalm him and we knew: we could not. Still: we went: through empty streets went to the garden to danger. Went: to the dead end. Stopped. Upended. We heard: from the echoing dark: Not here: raised See the place – empty. Heard: Go: tell! We fled: fled from the tomb, fled: from the angel, fled: from the word – silent. -Tom Ravetz
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