Lazarus Jewel Box
Or so the ever-after hallowed
gape in the mountain was called.
Even when the countryside
frothed for Galilean blood,
sated its craving with
iron and thorn,
there never seemed a lack of eyes
or hands spelunking for wonder
from the nauseated tomb
and the man pulled from its gullet:
he, an unbeknownst omen
of something the throng couldn't unwrap
for the way their eyes stopped at the messenger,
Calvary at their back.