I mis-numbered my original post earlier, so I scrapped that one and reposted it here with the proper numbering.
The morning nudges us awake on Easter Day.
Experts looked over the grave of Jesus.
No shadow. That's twelve more months of war
we cannot rapture out of. Not God's war,
but ours. We'll battle before the end of the day,
debating while standing over the grave of Jesus.
Mother loads try to pound him awake, but Jesus
tosses and turns in defiance, in a war
for his rest, which he's earned since that day,
the day when Jesus said, Wake me for the last war.