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Lady Lazarus Triumphant and Ascending, Jean Jones Poetry
When I first me you, again, after your death, You were veiled like a bride of Solomon's, but in reality, you were like a mummy, back from the dead, still grasping and breathing out Life.
My, how you have changed, sister.
You are like Gregor Samsa's sister now,
flush & warm with life.
The Vampire Lestat
would fantasize now of draining your throat, taking your life into his, your life for his life.
But you are more than that, now.
You are more than life regained,
more than a survivor of life's many horrors, all very real, all very personal.
No, my darling, to me,
you are arisen, like Christ triumphant,
like Lazarus come back from the dead,
my cousin, full of life again in his hospital bed, like Jesus, himself, come straight up from death and hell to the Father's throne, to regain His rightful place again at the Right Hand of the Father in Heaven interceding on our behalf.
You have just begun to take your place
in THIS life.
And all you men, beware, beware,
this woman will rise up out of the ashes and eat men like air.
Welcome back, kindred soul of the Dead,
be ready to be amazed,
as your new sycophant dreams of his life w/you, you BEAST OF BURDEN, you OX, you giver and granter of STRENGTH and LIFE.
I AM ALIVE, you tell me,
I AM ALIVE!
I respond with these words
to your face and eyes:
I KNOW.
I KNOW.
© 2007 Jean Jones