Easter

Frankie Quinn with a poem from his book Open Gates.EasterFrom six-foot deep, came tall soldiersUnder a shadow of marble, long bodiesCast their feet in line; forward into lightWhere moon illuminates’ scars on shouldersLike bold welts on fossils of stone♞♜♝Soul of the revolution below ground hasBecome a new ray for freedom; reachDeep into earth, give a hand to those whoDare raise it for