I ROSE FROM THE DEAD (poem for #audiomo Day 10)

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.