I ROSE FROM THE DEAD (poem for Day 11 #audiomo)

I rose from the dead 

We’d all love to rise from the dead

and snatch a second chance

from the teeth of history.

Which of you would refuse resurrection

and leave the stones in place

until the winter breaks?

My death was cold

and stank of feces

left by swallows fit to glide away.

I never knew how long my death would last

until I rose again from the jaws of a mystery made

before the stars exploded

and the universe was saved.