Resurrection is a neat trick
but Lazarus wasn’t particularly impressed
the second time around.
A walking parable,
he stood alone on Golgotha,
in mute testament as
the sun reappeared
and the Romans departed.
On the third day Lazarus
sat contemplating
the great stone standing
in grave monument
before the empty tomb,
relishing the serene emptiness
of the deserted cemetery.
Lazarus
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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Well Bottom Blues 
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